I've tried it all, meds, exercise, diet, distraction, mindfulness, more meds, therapy; I've tried everything. But still the sadness persists.

I fear I may be in an untreatable depressive slump. I've been here for a year now. No, more. Maybe my whole life.

The darkness is unrelenting. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of pretending I'm okay. My brave face is just a mask, one I can no longer wear.

Thoughts of suicide becoming an alarmingly well thought-out plan. What will save me from my despair?

I don't enjoy my life. I simply survive each day. All I look forward to is the medication induced daze I spend my evenings in.

This is no life. This is torture.