This morning, I mentioned to my husband how bad my depression has been to the point of having suicidal thoughts (again). I told him how close I was to signing myself into the hospital. It's been getting pretty bad. He kept telling me how I am not alone. I have been feeling for so long now that I am so alone. I asked him what do I do when the thoughts come back, he told me to tell him. I been crying. I hate fighting this. I hate going through this. I'm exhausted in dealing with this. I so much want this to end and I feel myself trapped within myself I can't escape. I feel like I'm drowning in this darkness of thought and sadness that I can't get out. My head is screaming inside and no one hears me. I feel like I'm going crazy.