From: dirge-colley@proton.me   
      
   I'm struggling in finding the point in continuing to live on knowing   
   that I'll never be rid of this brain-eating disease called Major   
   Depressive Disorder. No amount of medications and therapy is going to   
   make me feel like a functional, normal human being because there is no   
   cure, only management. Well, I don't want to manage it anymore! I've   
   been severely depressed since I was a small child; I've essentially only   
   known suffering with tiny moments of happiness that are always ripped   
   away from me. I don't think I was made for this era either. The idea of   
   having to work every single day just to survive until I die is   
   absolutely miserable. If I can't life the life I want, why continue   
   living? I want to die so bad. I don't think anyone would miss me. My   
   depression makes me unpleasant and draining to be around. Sooner or   
   later, the people in my life right now will tire of the fact that I'll   
   never be able to heal the rot in myself and leave. I'm just too lonely,   
   too sad, unfixable. I know people can't deal with me forever. I don't   
   want to deal with me forever. I don't want to deal with myself even now.   
   I don' understand why anyone deals with me or why lots of my friends   
   even hang out with me. I'm not a good friend.   
      
   --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)