when I met the future Mrs Taw, i was living in an unfurnished unheated rented flat in one of the roughest parts of town, i was out-of-work, on anti-depressants, coping with coming off a cocaine addiction, a few months out of gaol, going through the divorce from hell, borassic flint*, and surviving off charity from friends and work on the side.
*= skint
and despite my far from appealing situation, i already had the albatross of my anti-social personality and almost complete negativity about everything and painful shyness (except when it came to complaining) yet I managed to drop on.
so i don't think you've lost hope, far from it

..there is nothing better in life than writing on the sole of your slipper with a biro..