You don't know me and my thoughts. About a few months ago I fell into a deep depression. Which is why I am in therapy. Because all I can continually think of is how all my success is in the end rewarded with death. I became really sick. And, couldn't get out of bed, until it just went away on it's own. I am in college, yes, but you don't know how it's not enough for my family and I am continually pushed to do more and be more successful. But, I feel I am doing well for myself. Especially having gone to college with socialphobia. It's more like social anxiety now. No one sees my accomplishments, at all. I feel like I am repeating to you all I have said to my therapist. And, it's upsetting me something awful.