Why is every breath a struggle? Why is being a struggle? All I want to do is end my struggle. I don't want to be anymore! With every fiber of my being I don't want to exist. It hurts to be, I don't want to hurt anymore. The only thing keeping me from releasing myself is my two kids and I'm afraid I'd never see there faces again. I do have a hodge podge of prescriptions next to me. I should take them, I'm just afraid that I'll wake up really messed up. I don't know. I don't know much of anything. Just that I don't want to live!