I'm tired. I tired of going through the motions each day. I'm tired of trying this drug and that drug and nothing working. As if the depression wasn't bad enough, now my body seems to be falling apart. I've made all my preparations. Bought my tombstone and preplanned my funeral. I'm ready to move on from this life. Something on the other side has to be better. I'm just marking time until the Lord takes me away from this pain of existance.