Hi, I'm new here and new to these horrible feelings. To me suicide seems like the logical thing to do at this point in my life. I've always been a happy, carefree person, but over the last year I've been suffering from OCD, panic disorder, depression, and anxiety. I've always had all three, but now I don't have as many friends or outlets as I used to have. I'm very much alone. I'm living at home with my parents working a shitty job. I don't have much of a future and even the future I can envision seems rather crappy to me. Like it's not even worth striving for. I just want to feel happy again, but I don't think it's going to happen. I have one good friend left in town. My other friends are married or have gfs. They are usually too busy and I don't want to trouble them with my problems. So I've been envisioning ways to do it more and more. I find myself trying to stay in bed as long as possible, but even then I'm restless. I just don't feel happy about anything anymore. I don't get happy at all, I simply get temporary relief from my worrying, that's it. I'm on medication as it is hoping I will feel better. I've been sinking deeper and deeper and I feel like I'm finally bottoming out to where I don't have any more outlets or any pleasure left to go to. When it gets to this point what then? So I'm wondering how others here have dealt with these feelings. If it wasn't for my parents and my dogs I would already be dead. I'm scared, alone, disturbed, and disappointed in life.