I'm having a bad time. I'm thinking this is only going to get worse.

I was never a drug user. Now I'm starting to think I want anything that will stop this pain.

I was alone a lot all my life. Now I'm really alone, even worse than ever. I don't hear much from my relatives. They are very far away, so I'm not really a part of their lives. I'm not good at connecting to others.

I know my thinking is self-defeating. I tell myself, "Don't worry. This won't last forever. You'll die someday, and this will be all over."

I'm not a worthless person. Yet, I can't seem to believe that I can fix what's wrong.