Hi, I'm Sara. I'm 24, and I've been depressed for as long as I can remember. I've been in and out of therapy since I was 5 and in and out of hospitals since I was 16. I thought nothing could help. But I've spent the last 2 years in long term residential treatment for people with treatment-resistant mental illness. Things were finally changing. I was finally feeling ready to move toward living on my own. I was applying to colleges and trying for financial aid. And then I found out my family is pulling the plug on my treatment. Despite evidence and arguments to the contrary, they insist I'm not making progress. They want to send me to some other residential treatment facility, which really is not what I need. I asked if they would at least let me stay in the area and work with my therapist outpatient, but they won't. If I don't agree to let them warehouse me in yet another hospital, they're going to cut off all financial support, and I'm not at a point where I can survive entirely on my own, especially without therapy. More and more, it seems like suicide is the only option that makes any sense. I don't want to be warehoused in hospitals the rest of my life, and I don't want to survive if there's no hope of getting better. I have until July 31 to figure out how to survive...but I honestly can't see that happening.