I certainly understand this...on the cusp of 50, having made it through 48 years without any major problems, I was hospitalized with debilitating depression, questioning my entire life and every decision that I made. Felt like everything was my fault (still do, at times)...I finally got some help, with medication, this site (filled with kindred spirits), medication (that I was on for about 5 months), and my faith (which is not for everyone, but was very important for me).

Each time I thought about giving it all up, I looked towards my wife and my son and considered the life-long impact that it would have on them were I not to be around by my own choosing...they kept me connected, and still do.

I wish you well in your struggle with this horrible affliction.