I used to be a member of this page for a completely different reason than why I have come back today. For most of my life I was plagued by depression and didn't want to be alive. I felt I was wasting a gift that I wish someone else could have used. Someone perhaps dying of a terminal illness and clinging to life whilst I was wishing it away. If you feel the same I just want to say one thing. Try to nurture your hope. There were times when I had the equivalent of one tiny cell in my entire body that believed it would get better, but that was all I needed. For the last few years I have been relatively stable. I didn't change anything. No magic diets or pills (tried all them). I just finally accepted myself for who I was (a good person who happens to have a mental illness) and tried to be kind to myself even when I was a mess. But my message is, don't give up on hope. Sometimes it will be all you've got. But I promise you it will be enough.