Thanks for the concern, but I have decided to go ahead and check out. I have obtained some drugs that should do the trick, if the research I have done is correct. I actually feel kind of relieved-- as soon as my package gets here, it's over and out. I'm sick of living with despair and depression and I think I have found a way out. I don't have any religius beliefs that bother me, I feel a lot better knowing that this is what I should do. I am SO fucked financially, psychologically, etc. and I did the math so I know I'll never get out of this hole that I have dug for myself. It's not like I think Straight caused all my problems, but I do think it made some of them worse and robbed me of the ability or the chance to learn how to deal with life--I'm not whining--I know a lot of people have been dealt far worse hands than I have, and deal with it a lot better than I have, but I have reached the limits of my ability to cope. I went to a crisis center for counseling (I have no insurance since losing my job) and they gave me some glorified pep talk, then referred me to a clinic where I might be able to get antidepressants. I think my brain IS fucked up, I'm not psychotic or anything, but I do think my brain doesn't produce whatever chemical it needs to keep me going through the day or get out of bed in the morning, but I hear the antidepressants take a long time to work and I don't want to wait that long. I think the world would be better off without me, I have gone into debt to a bunch of my friends and have no way of paying them back in the foreseeable future, I will be homeless in a week or so and I refuse to live like a bum on the street. I would rather be dead. A friend suggested that I commit myself--no fucking way. The last time I was locked up was Straight and I'm not going to let that happen again. I have talked to a couple of counselors in the last few years but they never have anything worthwhile to say. This isn't some spur of the moment decision--I've been thinking about this for a while. It just seems like the thing to do. I'm sick of my life and it's pretty fucking hopeless. Thanks for the suggestions, but there's nothing anyone or anything can do for me. I know I am fucked up and I guess it's survival of the fittest--and I am not fit enough to survive. I'm expecting my package in the mail in a few days. Good bye.