I'm a fifty-seven year old man. I've been a musician for all of my life. When I met my wife I was a professional musician, a drummer. Fifteen years ago I had a very bad experience. My wife and I had seperated and I was living alone. I began to, well, go crazy. It was a lot of mental/emotional pain, it was debilitating. I went to see a psychiatrist and he gave me Prozac and some pills to take to help me sleep. One morning when I was completely off my rocker I took all the sleeping pills, I just couldn't take anymore of all this, whatever all this is. I ended up in a mental ward where I spent over a week. During this time I was diagnosed with a laundry list of mental disorders. Shortly after that my wife and I got back together. And for all the time, fifteen years, everything was fine. Now everything seems to have unraveled. I haven't worked in a couple of years. She's the breadwinner in this house, she's in the medical profession and she does very well. But I can tell that she resents me. She resents all the pills I have to take, she resents me for having bad times, she resents me for not working and having to rely on her. This evening she was seething with anger, she told me that her life sucks. I have nowhere to go. I have no money. And I know that my wife's life would be better, a lot better, if I wasn't around with all my pills and moods and having to rely on her for every damned thing. You're damned right that I'm suicidal. And so there's my situation.