I recently turned 25 and I thought by this age my mental illness wouldn't be so much of a burden. Lately, I've been struggling to sleep,eat,or even do basic tasks. Everyday I wake up on the verge of tears questioning why I am alive. I've been extremely "down" and attempting to make it through my teaching job is a daunting task. I can barely get out of bed, or even eat.  My therapist thinks I'm making progress in terms of where I was last year. However, I fail to see the importance in my own life why I'm still the way I am.