I recently went through a breakup. I figured she was the girl of my dreams, and we had started making plans to spend the rest of our lives together. Well obviously, things didn’t work out.

I’ve always had low self esteem, and could tell that I was always on the brink. This seems to have sent me over the edge. I’ve tumbled into a horrible depression that I can’t get out of. Whenever I’m not at work, I sleep. I’ve stopped eating, and I’ve noticeably lost quite a bit of weight. I’ve withdrawn from friends, and spend most of my time in my room.

I tell everybody that it’s just a phase, and that as soon as I get over her I’ll be alright. But in all honesty, I think it goes a lot deeper than just this situation. I’ve had suicidal thoughts, but quickly think about other things. I see suicide as being selfish, because it would not just end my life, but it would hurt my family and friends. However, the thoughts still enter my mind.