This depression stuff has been going on for 7 years now and some time in childhood age 4 to 6. 21 now. I know nothing but suffering, I don't know anything else. It's the only thing I feel and nothing else, no joy nothing. Bed ridden for the last two years.
I'm not suicidal now but I don't know how much longer I can go. So exhausted. Why should one bear this life? Most important reason for me is I have a family that cares a lot about me. When I look at the years ahead since I'm still young it's daunting. Death seems like the ultimate warmth and peace, like a warm bath.
People that feel the same for years, years wherein the only thing you feel is suffering and pain until that burning becomes your being: How do you live with the prospect that there's so much time still ahead? How do you go forward for years after you reached a state wherein thing became severe? How can you keep carrying that pain and burden?