I spent my entire therapy hour today talking about how I can't go on. How I cannot live a life like mine. I feel so bad, the wave of feeling is sweeping me out to sea, and I don't swim very well. I don't want my life. It's not worth it. The recurring depression with the bipolar is just not worth it. I rarely have mania or even hypomania due to my meds. But the d*mn depression keeps coming back no matter what. Everyone has a choice. I don't think I can go on anymore. I just want to shut completely down and sleep.