I've managed to buy a house this year. I live with a wonderful woman who cares for me and loves me. I have a well paying job that I'm good at. I have some good friends.

And yet...every morning I wake up, I wish I hadn't. I hate whatever it is I see when I look in a mirror and I wish I could snuff it out of existence.

I've been on medication for over 3 years. I've gone to multiple therapists and psychiatrists. Done multiple forms of treatment. Tried exercising, eating well, talking to people. And yet depression has a hold of me like a lion has its prey by it's neck.

I've failed twice to take my own life. Will third time be the charm? Nah... I'm not brave/stupid enough to try.