Hey there, My name is Madeline and I am from the U.S. Midwest. I can't say I am the most optimistic person, but I try to be when deep down inside I would rather not be...here..alive. I've tried to talk to family and friends around me about how I truly feel how I could be suffering from a possible mental illness, but keep getting the same lecture on 'life' or conversation shifts to be about them and their troubles which leads me to feel ashamed to try and seek professional help. I look at life and think- it should not BE this way? We as people should not be exploiting each-other just to get one leg up on a very temporary life. Acts of kindness is very far in between..why does life have to seem so; not to sound spoiled,but lack of a better term..unfair?