Interestingly I broke before it became unbearable. A few scant weeks away from my 30th birthday I sat on my bad and marveled that I made if half way, that I was half dead and could stop this before long. ... and then I realized I would probably not die at 60, and depression returned. *shrug* I think for the majority of us it takes climbing to the top of the proverbial rope and finally slipping and falling back. So close, yet so far. An good bloody riddance.
*shrug*
Cindy is exactly right, I think.
We already know what we are. It is integral and relentless, as we all already know.
Trust yourself. I know for certain society in general and humanity in particular is blind to so so many things. No one knows you like yourself. TRUST yourself. Your validation papers are already stamped, you need but look.