... single, am not on medication of any kind and have been completely unable to find any medical help with my condition from anyone, anywhere. At this point, heading towards my 50s and the latter part of my life, with few friends, no family and struggling to survive with my job I can only see things getting worse and worse in the future, with the result that I am considering suicide at this point to spare myself having to suffer through an increasingly worse and worse existence. All I seem to hear are platitudes about how life is worth it and there are so many good things to live for. Like what? No one ever tells you that. Sometimes there just aren't is my conlusion