I remember when I was young and thought everything was hopeless. Then I fought the depression, graduated from a top school, fell in love, made money, traveled the world, and thought that I had defeated depression and hopelessness. Now I am in a severe depression and know ctb is my only answer out. Life is so strange. We are programmed to want to live but for me I now know that I can't live. I loved life. Some part of me still loves life but there is so much more pain and chaos for me. It's different for everyone I think. Some of us can survive. I seem to be one of those who cannot. Of course, I am a bit drunk right now as I am nearing my time to ctb and sobriety for me has been a real bitch.