I can't take this anymore. I've been depressed for months now. It's a low grade, persistent emptiness tinged with suicidal ideation. There are some days where I will wake up okay, only to be hit like a ton of bricks later on in the afternoon. I end up feeling such mental and emotional anguish, as if I've already got the noose around my neck, wondering if I have enough strength to keep from jumping into darkness. No, that won't do. I can't let this take over my life, but I feel so hopeless. Maybe I need more medication, maybe I need a savior, who knows. I just want to be happy. I feel so guilty being depressed; there are so many other people out there who would be forever grateful to be where I'm at...so why can't I?