I don't know where to begin. I've been feeling somewhat of a low-grade depression for a few weeks now but for the past four days I've felt severely depressed. Everything takes effort and I feel like I'm starting to wear out my family, especially my mom. My dad at least asks me how I am feeling. My brother is at a loss and doesn't know what to say. At least if I could sleep then I could have some temporary solace. But I'm only getting a few hours a night thanks to 2mg of ativan that my psychiatrist put me on. I don't know if the ativan is making it worse. I keep thinking about taking a handful of pills. But my faith would keep me from going through with it.