I’ve been feeling so miserable that I don’t know what else to do. I’ve been seriously debating whether I should take that bottle of pills in the cabinet, and just end it all. All my life I’ve been the rock of so many people fall on and go to for help, but I’m sick of it. Where’s my superhero? Where are my friends? Where is my own rock? I can hardly breathe anymore. Mr. Rock, please come soon before I help myself to the cabinet.