people always say it will get better, get therapy, try antidepressants...well things never really turn around, therapy makes me feel worse, and antidepressants just make me fat. i have waited (hung on) for years and nothing really gets better. so i made my decision that i will go on my terms, but in the mean time have been praying for cancer so i wont have to do myself in. why do nice people die of cancer when they WANT to live and they dont deserve it? so i got my living will a few years back and wrote out my obit last year and gave it to hubby to keep in his drawer. he pretty much laughed and rolled his eyes. nice caring guy, huh?