No one seems to understand how bad the depression hurts. At times it hurts so bad that I am unable to tolerate it. It feels like a big naught in my chest. The only thing I do besides sleep is go to work and that is only because I have to. My psych has me on cymbalta wellbutrin and for anxiety, ativan. The reason I have no life other than work is I have no desire. Is there a reason for this or are the medicines not quiet right? I have been taking these medicines for about a year now, is there away I can change this in my way of life? When asked if I would like to go somewhere or do something I am always quick to respond that I don't feel well and make up what ever excuse works to get out of it.They say that suicidal thoughts are selfish, but to make a person suffer with as much pain as I have seems unhumane and slfish of them. How can one think it OK to make a person suffer with this much pain?