After the start of an ongoing depressive episode, my depression and anxiety have reserved me to the point of having virtually no support system.

For conquering my social anxiety and having a semi-prosperous life at some point, my life pulled a complete 180 in recent years as I’ve become entirely docile and devoid of personality. My now ex-girlfriend, sister, and roommate who I consider to be my best friend, are examples of those who’ve told me how I now lack any personality and talk badly about me because of it; while already knowing how severe my depression is. As I’m virtually friendless as a senior in college, said roommate only lives with me out of pity and knowing I don’t have the finances and resources to live elsewhere.

I’ve concluded that I’ve been struggling from what I believe to be depersonalization and have yet to relieve my symptoms, despite my bi-weekly therapist visits and copious amounts of medication.

I’m highly considering ending my life before turning 22 this year