I have as have others, stumbled upon this site in a desperate keyboard frenzy of nothingness. I have anxiety, depression and as of yesterday, a diagnoses of (maybe they say) bi polar. That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. That is the hard part.
I have scoured the earth to beat this. Doctors, books, DVDs, CDs, various medications. Yet I am at the same hill, running upward and never reaching the peak.
Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent. I am successful in life, but beat down by my constant problems and issues.
There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.