What really gets to me is that I asked for help. It wasn't like this was something sudden. Like wam! I get hit by a MI. It was there. It wasn't like I didn't reach out. Parents, school counselors, teachers I was close with, coworkers, a good boss, college professor that I felt could relate, ie. It was like I was invisible. Like I didn't matter. And they say live a little. I can't. I'm dead inside.