My life has been a cycle of trying to acheive and failing ever since I can remember. In fact the last time I felt truly successful I was at primary school. I have battled depression for a long time and think that my failure stems from stress overload. About 3 years ago I was formally diagnosed as clinically depressed with social anxiety disorder. Well I am at that point again where it is make or break in what I am trying to acheive, namely a masters degree, and I am royally f*****g it up. When I tell you I am in my mid thirties and trying to do this it may shed some light on just how much I have drifted through life. I am at my wits end now and have been seriously contemplating suicide for about the past 2 weeks. I have reasoned that it is the only way out and I have written the relevant correspondance planned what hotel to go to and even set a date. I am fed up of ending up in the same place again and again and again and again. I have absolutely no one I can share with. I haven't made a new friend for years and all my old ones have drifted away, and I am already too much of a burden to my family. Is there any hope? I dont think so and feel my decision is actually pretty responsible.