I completely agree. I contracted herpes from one protected encounter with someone I truly trusted an had been friends with for years. He had never had any symptoms. I work for myself which means I work pretty much all day everyday. And a lot of that work involves heavy lifting and stamina. Well work is not short of absolute torchure for me now. Which means life is torchure. And I can't make money if I can't work. And I've already fallen so far behind in two weeks that I have had to beg friends and family for loans just so I am not homeless. I was already in a situation where I had to work everyday to just barely survive. The asshole who gave it to me has been completely non supportive, even kind of nonchalant about it. And my first outbreak has been awful, and is rolling up on week two right now with no signs of slowing down even though I've been taking antivirals before I even had a blister. So Hell Yeah I want to kill myself. I spend about ten to thirty minutes at the end of the day holding my kitchen knife to my arm and trying to find the courage to free myself from this miserable life. So really who would I be to tell you not to.