So when I was diagnosed with Depression as a teen. I was a alcoholic and whenever someone asked me what I wanted to do with my life, I would shrug and say "What's the point, I'll be dead before I'm 18".

In two days I turn 27.

I have no idea what to do with myself.  And I the closer I get to my birthday the worse I feel.  My family are making a big deal out of it. And I hate it. I have asked my partner, to not make a big fuss about it. And he's agreed. 

Has anyone else felt like this?