Suffered from depression & OCD most of my life. My meds have stopped working. I can't go through this again. I don't have the strength left to do it on my own and I have nobody else. Death would be so easy except for the guilt of leaving people who "love" me to clean up the mess. Don't know why I care about them...they don't care about me. I think being in some sort of accident would be ideal but that's near impossible since I can't seem to get out of bed. I talked to the one close friend I have but she doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't even bother to call or text anymore. There's no one and nothing to live for. Lots to die for.