I'm BPD 2, OCD, Major depressive. On meds, nothing's changed, see regular doc every three weeks. Nothing works anymore. I sleep all day, don't eat. I sit on Twitter watching all of the authors I love and follow chat and when I chime in, they ignore me. I try to talk to my neighbors, but they just give me a one line answer and run back in their houses. My family is too busy for me, my son doesn't have time to e-mail me even once a week. Why am I even here? What purpose do I serve anymore? I hate myself. I found this place by typing suicide into google because I don't know what to do anymore. I'm afraid to call my doctor because I'm scared he'll put me in the hospital against my will but I'm scared of what I'm feeling too.