I just turned 30. I’ve struggled with BPD, major depressive disorder, panic disorder, PMDD, OCD, ADHD, PTSD, the list goes on and on. I have no friends. I’ve destroyed most of the relationships that matter to me. It feels like the only way I can really get anyone to understand how much I’m suffering, mainly my family, is if I kill myself. They just see me as an annoyance or a burden, because I can’t just take a walk and snap out of it. I feel so alone. The only thing keeping me on this earth is my cat. I don’t want to leave her, but I don’t want to be me. I’m afraid of death, but I’m not really living anyways. I wish there was another option. I’ve tried therapy, every medication under the sun. I think I’m just a lost cause. I wanted more out of this life. It all just feels like such a waste.