I have been battling with depression, anxiety and OCD since I was a teenager. I don't know how it started and why but the social anxiety is an added bonus with all these. 

I want a partner but I can't talk with people. If I like a girl I can't approach her because my mind says that she'll judge and make fun of me. Even if I dare to talk to a girl and we get along well, I'm scared that she'll eventually leave me or I'm just gonna be a burden to her. I want kids but I don't have a partner. Even if I want to adopt I'm scared that I'll ruin them with my compulsive thoughts and behavior. 

I talk with myself, with imaginary people and my therapist. There's no real life for me. The sadness will never leave me. I cry for no reason. It's completely meaningless. What's the point of my life? I just wake up, medicate, go to therapy, cry &amp; sleep. It's never getting better, only worse. I wish I was normal.