I find myself thinking too often of the best way to end my life. Is it worth going on? For what? I look around and do not see anything worth staying on the planet for. I have no family left in this country and I'm getting older. They're cutting down on everything from social services to health care - both of which I expect to need in the next few years - will I get it? I doubt if any of us will. Why do "they" keep harping on about keeping us alive for another 20 odd years when they won't have the money/care/etc to keep us going with any decent quality of life? Why keep pumping drugs into people to keep illnessess under control when all one can do is sit there and look on? That's not living, that's existing for existence sake. Why not let us go - save the money; that seems to be the most important thing in our society. I'm tired of living. I'm disappointed when I wake up every day. Yes, I know I have depression and I'm on medication for it but it's not working as well as it did. As I said, I'm getting older. The arthritis will get worse and more bits of me will need replacing (if "they" can afford it); my mental health will deteriorate - Alzheimers and vascular dementia runs in the family and I suspect I will be the next victim - but there's no family here left to keep an eye out for me - and that worries me most. Better to go whilst I still have some control over my life. I have a few friends but I cannot burden them with this - it wouldn't be fair, they also have their own problems without my adding to them. Perhaps writing/talking to strangers will ease the load. How does one climb out of this? Do I want to? At the bottom of my Pandora's Box is a tiny bit of hope - maybe that's why I am on here......one last try to justify going on? Can anyone offer any advice or help?