It's currently 3:54 in the a.m. where I'm at, and I'm posting on a board meant for those (I'm assuming), who've already sought help in person from a therapist or phsychiatrist. And yet, it really feels like the living end for me. I'm a 25 year old single male still living with my parents, and I haven't held a job in nearly 5 years. I'm single (of course), and those five years seem to have been nothing but a week and a day in passing. I've sought proffesional help in the past, and was told that I was suffering from severe depression and anxiety as a kind of snowball effect (the best I know how to describe it), resulting from my having gone my entire life, up to the age of 21 at that point, with untreated ADD. My school life...well, let's just say I settled for a GED. NO one in my small country town understood me, nor cared to understand, and prefered, and still prefer, to believe I was either lazy, extremely stupid, or possesed by an evil spirit or self-indulgent tendencies. This includes my own Mother, who says she understands every once in a while, and yet has always been quick to unleash verbal barrages that can cut into one's very soul. She means well, she's just dealing with her own mental issues I believe (although she herself would never admit to such a thing). My father has been open with his problems concerning his own depression for as long as I can remember, but unfortunately these problems have effected his relations with those around him through his (at times) blatent apathy, and tendencies towards self-indulgence and reclusiveness. It is because of the actions of my immediate family that I believe the hereditary connection in mental illness is very real. As I type this I can say that even though my imbalances have mostly wrecked any semblence of realtionship, romantic or otherwise, and has long ago rendered me a pothetic and worthless human being to this nation's work-force, I have, up to these last couple of months, found reasons to force myself to keep up appearences with my social connections outside of the home. Mostly I did these things to make my friends happy, I didn't want them thinking I was giving them some kind of "cold shoulder". But I've neglected those connections to the extent that I fear even those few that I have left are no long