I honestly feel like I've come to the end, I'm 36 male, I have no job, no friends and I'm ashamed of the person I am. I live with my mum, my dad passed away in 2012, so she is the only company I have. I've always been anxious as far back as I can remember, bullied throughout school and most of my life really. I feel so insignificant and feel lnferior to my family and everyone else. I keep asking why I'm here, what's the point? I keep telling myself I've screwed my life up beyond repair and it's better just to end it! The guilt of not working and voices telling me I'm disgusting and pathetic are eating me alive. How did I ever let it get to this? I wish I had the courage to take my own life, it really is painful to live right now.