So for the past week, both my depression and anxiety have gotten a tight hold on me. I never thought I'd get back to the point where I was three years ago, but I did and now I'm even lower. It's never been this bad. I've tried everything. Nothing works anymore. I can't be happy. Everything just pins itself permanently to this ever growing dark mass in my mind. A crushing weight on my chest, air...

I wanted to kill myself today.It took hold of me and would not let go.Crying, shaking, unable to breathe.Feeling things touch me and run around me, but I was alone.Screaming.Completely humiliated and embarrassed.Why does it happen?Can it ever stop?When will I have control of my mind?Unable to seek help.Afraid and held down by this burden of a disease.Wanting to be alone but afraid of loneliness.No...