I’m new here, but I’m not new to depression or suicidal ideation. I’ve had depression since I was an early teen, and I’ve attempted suicide four times. The last time was a serious attempt, and I almost died. I was going through a nasty divorce at the time and was full of fear, anger, sadness, confusion, etc. That was almost 8 years ago. I’ve had several depressive episodes in the last several years, but none as serious as the former. Until now. I feel like I’m spiraling downward, but I’m keeping my true feelings and thoughts mostly to myself. I’m afraid of being “known” for the sick person I am. I feel like so many people still stigmatize depressed people and especially those dealing with suicidal thoughts. I guess I feel alone, on top of feeling tired, fuzzy-headed, neglected, unimportant, unloved. My middle daughter hasn’t spoken to me since March, and not for reasons you may assume. She is dealing with her own mental health issues and has continually beaten me up emotionally. Any time I said she shouldn’t talk to me a certain way, etc, she went berserk and then would proceed to block me on her phone, etc. We were always close, and this abandonment by her is nearly killing me.