Help me.

Every morning I wake up, not to joy and excitement for the day, but with dread and a sort of exhausted sorrow that eats you up from the inside out. Every day is a challenge and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep doing this. Having anxiety and depression makes me feel lonely, and yet I can't be around people. I want friends, but I can't get the courage to talk to them. It is both paralyzing fear and mind-numbing sorrow. At gym class, I pray that someone will hit my face with a ball and knock me out, because I can't stand being awake. I can't stand life anymore. The medicine is supposed to help me, but it has no effect. The voices in my head whisper nonstop about how nobody cares about me, how all my peers hate me. Everything seems to be falling apart around me and I can't stop it.

Love,

Goldie