I hate my life. I hate myself. I can’t focus. I’m not good at doing anything. My hope diminishes daily. I try to keep up but tonight I’m breaking down. Depression is hitting me. I feel useless. I’m not good at anything. I get lost when I drive. I am not able to read or even watch tv. I don’t want anyone to see me crying. I am the black sheep of this family. I used to be their pride or joy. Now I’m nothing. I wish I would die.