I hate life more. Life can be amazing for some, but awful for others. I actually like me as a person. Even when it comes to my anxiety, depression, and things that most people see as a reflection of themselves, I'm good at separating it. So, I know my anxiety, which ruins my life, is not my fault. It's not something I'm doing to myself, it's something that is being done to me. I try to treat myself as I would a friend, and be compassionate to myself. Even so, I still have felt so bad for so long, that I still want to end it all. Things will get even worse for me. I have other health issues, that by themselves would be tolerable, but with the mental problems, make life unbearable. Antidepressants ruined me even more and I will never touch another one again. I've done the eating right, exercising, everything. I tried. But I am tired now. I know it's possible for things to get better. I know that. Who knows what the future will bring? New medicine and technology will come out, cures. But I am simply too exhausted to wait it out any longer. I've been waiting it out recently, hoping to find a partner, but that proved unfruitful as well. So my first and only attempts were in December and now I'm back to actively trying to succeed on my own.