I wanted to talk about my depression. It's gotten worse and I didn't even think that was possible. But I feel like I have no one to talk to that won't be judgmental. My mom is very religious, my family may shun me and seeing a therapist or psychiatrist is out of the question. I don't want to seem like an anti-social weirdo because of this stuff plaguing me mentally. But I'm dying inside. I've been so sad and feeling just hopeless because I can't vent. It's like this stuff came out of the blue, not the depression, because I've had that since I was a child, but the different emotions I'm feeling right now. It sucks, it's an ongoing battle. I've been binge eating to cover the hurt. I've been thinking about suicide lately. Like what's worse being here suffering or dying?