I'm a 61 year old male and am at the end of my rope. In a matter of less than 2 years, I went from a relatively successful man with an above average job, a wife and 2 beautiful daughters, a home, etc. to being unemployed and apparently unhirable, one daughter in jail, no money, about to lose my home, blah, blah, blah. I wake up every morning in a full blown panic attack, my heart never stops pounding out of my chest until I drift off to sleep at night. I don't know how many more of these days my body can take. I can't even get help for this problem because of money. Then I read posts from young people going through similar feelings. This tears me up. Don't let it get to the point of where I am at. You all are too young to be going through this. You shouldn't have to. You know, I constantly pray to God that he take me because I won't. I don't want to leave this earth if for no other reason than my kids. They need me, but I am way more burden than help right now.