When are you classified as someone who should consider killing themselves? I do... but I'm not sure if I deserve to. I just can't see the point in a lot of things. I'm feeling really depressed, but I'm probably really lucky. It's this not knowing thing. Do I deserve to feel depressed? When it comes down to the crunch, I run out of things to say, I can't give proper reasons. Then I feel weak, and like a coward, and a fraud who doesn't have the right to feel this way. Then I feel like a joke. It's not like any of my loved ones have died. It's like I'm some 'wanabe' misery. I kind of... don't want to get better. Is that in itself an illness? It's when I become happy, I feel like I'm going no where. Nobody cares when your happy, everyone thinks you can get on with things. The fact that suicide can occur whenever you want, it feels like you're on the fringes of going somewhere. Somewhere really nice, like the place of your dreams. Can you help me come to terms with my depression? Can you tell me that it is definitely there, and I'm not just dreaming it up? I'm not an attention seeker as I don't really like to keep company. Thank you.