Growing up, I was never suicidal - often depressed, and shy, but I couldn't understand what would make someone want to take their own life. A little over four years ago, my life changed dramatically and negatively. My brain and body were injured by a prescription drug... I am no longer myself, and I know that I will never be the person that I once was -- I will never know the person that I would have become. There is nothing in this world that will make my life worth living, there is only the pain of loss. Suicide for me isn't the easy way out, it's the only way -- there are no solutions in this world to my problems. I was given a normally functioning body and brain, and I messed it up when I was 23 years old... I messed it up with the help of a crooked doctor, and a crooked pharmaceutical company, but I was the one who swallowed those pills. I can't stand the idea that I did this to myself -- that I was stupid enough to fall into this trap. I really don't know why I'm even posting this - it's as if I'm so weak that I'm asking a bunch of anonymous people for permission to commit suicide... I know that the advice that I will receive will be of no help to me, I just want there to be a record of what I am going through so that other people don't end up like me... And, perhaps, some of you will see that at least you have your health (as cheesy as that sounds), so your life may be worth living.