My life hasn’t felt this bad since I last tried to commit. My depression ruined my relationship, and now that I’m back home from college, I am watching my family fall apart in real-time.

It’s so hard to grow and recover when I am psychologically bound to a tragic-hero complex that makes me put other people first. I feel like I can’t be depressed because it contributes to my loved ones’ suffering. I feel so alone in this world &amp; I feel like I’ve caused too much suffering to be in pain right now.