I’ve always had some amount of anxiety and depression, but they get worse when issues in my life set them off. I’m going through a lot of things right now, and it’s really bad. On top of that I’m going through withdrawals from alcohol and xanax, exacerbating my anxiety even more, it’s constant through every day. On monday I catch a plane ride home and commit myself. I just hope I can make it until then. Too anxious to eat or sleep, suicide seems like a very viable option to my messed up brain right now. When it hurts just to live, some of the fear of death fades.