I have been on various anti-depressents for the past six months. (Not god for someone my age.) I was on Prozac for a while and it helped but I still felt this feeling, I can't elaborate on it. My parents have watched me very closely these past few months because I have a very severe case of depression. I basically stopped eating and have slowly worked my way back up from one meal a day to two. What almost got me was when my father died. It was so sudden. I talked to him on the telephone only the day before and he saod he was feeling fine fine just a little weak. The next day I was called out of class and was told my father's kidneys had failed and my mother was coming to pick me up and take me to Huntsville, Al to see him. When I got there it just didn't seem real. My dad was never able to talk to me because of the morphine in his system. He knew I was there because he squezzed my hand though (this meant so much). I had thoughts of suicide at this time. I didn't talk any and my eating habite went to hell. When it was all over a week later my girlfriend of 1 1/2 years broke up with me. This coupled with also finding out my mom and stepfather were getting a divorce made me hit rock bottom. I sat in the bathtub and stared at a razor for over an hour. I couldn't do it. I thought and thought. I figured it would hurt my friends and family more than it would help me. I sat my mom down after this and told her everything, she was devastated. I am now getting help from a psychologist and a psychiatrist and I am on Zoloft. I have turned everything around and found a my way to stay occupied and happy. Computers. I have never in my life read as much as I have in the past four days. It has helped and the response from AO has helped me feel like I really belong to something. I have also rejoined Scouts and have been working on my Eagle project ( I promised my dad I would get this). I just wanted to give everyone a little bit of a background on myself and to say a big thanks for all the help I have gotten for my questions.