Thanks guys. I am still zoning out. It's feeling easier to drift away, I accept I have failed. I was never very present, didn't have much presence in the environment I grew up through. I made a lot of noise until I was knocked, gradually got weaker and weaker while embarrassing myself more and more. Now I am reduced, bed bound, cut down, shaking, chronically thinking about killing myself, clinically depressed, health problems, permanently isolated and not wanting to leave the house, too wrecked and shattered to go outside, hoping to build myself up to an attempt. I think the new meds are helping reach that point but I know it's going to take some work to make it happen, all I care about is my death. I don't want to live, life is too painful, stacked in favour of pain, too much has shut down and my possibility of my potential has gone for good. All I can see is suffering in life for very little. Seems that death, killing myself is more worthwhile.