I went to the psychologist for more than one year and stopped two months ago. I never told him the real reason I had. At the beginning I thought my doctor told him, and then I somehow couldn't tell him when I found out he didn't knew. He helped me with other problems but now I'm at the place again, where I wonder why I live, because my live isn't great and I can't apreciate it at all. 2015 is the year everything goes wrong for me. But I don't want to die before I experienced to be loved.