Miserable again. I keep thinking I wish I could die, by this I mean that I wish it were possible for me to die. It isn't possible to die, I'm already dead, this is eternity............depression. Somewhere, there is a voice goading me, saying "Go on, you've nothing to lose, you'll be no worse off if you try. You might even be better off, you'd know for sure that you can't die."

The only problem for me is that I haven't the energy to think about how, so here I am stuck with a voice that is mocking and goading and taunting, laughing at my inability to take action, adding to my humiliation, exposing my inadequacies, demonstrating my worthlessness and my hopelessness.

This is forever, why can't I just accept that, the depression is enough on its own, I don't need tormenting in this way.