Sometimes the apathy of the people I treasure deeply gets to me the worst. I've tried talking to them or at least calling out for help but they have simply whisked away my concerns and asked me to see a therapist and take some meds to cure myself. I've made mistakes before - quite terrible from their point of view which is heavily influenced by their fundie christian church so I'm guilty myself of causing the ill feelings. I somehow feel that the roots of my depression though has to do with my increasing rift with my family whom I really used to be close with. I really wish I could improve things but my family has been pretty distant and are reluctant to mend bridges. The sensible thing of course is to simply move on, however I can't help but experience flashes of the happier times and the thought of moving ahead alone makes me want to disappear. I seem happy and excel well in my career but I am really empty inside - I feel a huge part of my life has suddenly been blotted out. Does anyone relate to this at all? That you actually identified specifically the people who could solve your depressive suicidal thoughts immediately but they distanced themselves instead.