If it wasn't for my DS, I'd kill myself. I dropped out of Oxford University because my mental health got so bad I couldn't focus on the work and I got bullied while I was there. Noone wants to be my friend. People who I thought were my friends have stopped contact with me after my psychotic episodes resulted in me sending them rambling emails. I've never had a proper relationship. My DS doesn't live with me because my mental health has been so bad in the past where I've been suicidal several times. I am so lonely all the time. I just go to work in retail and come back and that's it. I have no established career and people my age (30) are doing their PHDs- something my mother brings up. Day to day I have nobody. Due to being prescribed an array of antidepressants and antipsychotics, I've put on so much weight over the years that I'm now morbidly obese. I know life could be worse, but nothing seems to get better and my life is just miserable and incredibly lonely.