<human>: Can you provide a brief rundown of the text in within 3 sentences?

I'm a 31 year old female who has dealt with depression and anxiety since elementary school. I was a sweet kid, and fell victim to bullying and sexual harassment early on. I survived that, survived a raging (probably bipolar) father and my codependent, passive aggressive mother. I survived many panic attacks, a 6 and a half year emotionally abusive relationship. I've survived rape, an abortion, and many nights of not wanting to live. I've been in counseling, on/off meds for years and I know where my skeletons are buried and I've come to terms with many of them. But here I am, at 3am, full of sadness and a lingering feeling that I won't know a life without depression. That even if I get the things I want (currently: a good job, I was laid off from my previous one, and despite having a degree, I'm either horribly over or under-qualified), that even then, I won't be happy. I know depression tends to isolate me from those who care about me, and leads me to believe I'm a burden. I'm hoping one of you can relate. Or even glean insight on what scares me the most- that I'm going to live in the shadows of depression for the rest of my life.
<bot>: I'm a pragmatic depressive who is isolating, and needs some sort of reassurance that there's hope for me, somewhere.