I used to be like "I'm having a bad day/week but I'll feel better eventually" but now with the years of loneliness from quarantine/moving/getting older, I'm pretty sure this is my life now. 

I cry all the time, sleep 12-20 hours every day, and have pretty much given up. This is the most severe my depression has ever been, I'm 35 and used to have so much hope for the future even though I was sad and anxious. Lexapro totally changed my life when I started it in my 20s.

I doubled my Lexapro/escitalopram a couple months ago and I've been exercising regularly and sober but it's not really doing anything to plug the hole because I'm sad about my shitty loneliness and drugs don't produce a family or close friends. Oh I try, but I moved just before quarantine and I'm chronically single, so I'm pretty adrift in my new city. I have friends but it's not the same, I'm still alone 99% of the time and I'm certain it will kill me one way or another. Would probably just kill myself but I think it would fuck up my family members who like me (they all live in different states though so I'm still alone).