The title doesn't really have any relevance to this thread, but I just like saying/typing 'Yes/No - Maybe so'. Anywhoo, past few weeks/months/years nothing has changed for me. There have been more problems mental and physical of course but the depression is still there, social anxiety is still holding my hand like a vice. But can I really complain about it, can I? I don't know the answer to that. Am I truly justified to feel the way I do? To want to commit suicide to end it. Sure I have no job, not much money, no friends, can't really leave my home, slightly degraded every day, talked down to by some. OCD, depression. and have to watch my mum get sicker and sicker then take over the responsibility of my younger brother and the rent of this house and all the bills. But I have 2 brothers, a sister and my mum. I have my dog. I have a roof over my head and food to eat when I'm hungry. What do I have to complain about? Why do I want to commit suicide when I have what others don't. Why doesn't this make me content, what is lacking in my life ... Will I ever find my balls to end it or do the right thing and keep going to help my family, because if I ended up being able to go through with it, I'd just be leaving al of my problems onto my family. Me or them is what is basically comes down to. :huh: I have no idea what to do or what I am talking about anymore. It's like being a bit of drift wood in the ocean, just going where ever the ocean takes you, seeing land, seeing normality as it were but never able to reach it.