How I have felt over the past three months: Three months ago is when my depression began. I recognized it and did nothing about it. To give some background, I have had problems with stealing for quite some time. Stealing pills from my parents. Stealing money from my parents. Money usually used to get drugs. I have such an immense feeling of guilt and shame that I can barely stand to be in the same room as them for fear of breaking down and telling them. I have isolated myself in my room for the past three months. Leaving occasionally to go hang out with some friends, thinking that it will uplift my spirits, which it did not. Now the fall semester has started up at school and I do not even feel as though I am there. As though I am not in the room. Words are said that are not comprehended. I know that they are talking about me. The tone in their voices, the looks I get, the sneering, condescending looks. The jokes, their laughing. It sickens me. As though they know the right things to say that make me want to off myself even more. It is as though they are waiting for me to snap. I can find no one that will listen. I can think of no one that will listen. They all seem to think I am crazy. I stumbled on this forum, and thought, hopefully I can find some understanding, some compassion...anything. I just do not know anymore.