Okay. I'll explain. To make it less weird, I will leave out some unimportant details. This problem involves one of my friends. He's one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. For some reason, I can't help but become jealous of him. He's wealthy, has a big house, a loving partner, and a career that gets him lots of attention. He may be one of my best friends, but there's a small part of me that hates him. And this makes me feel incredibly guilty. You know, when he discovered I was dealing with depression, he was there for me. In fact, he even gave me more support than my own family. How can I feel so negative about a wonderful person like him because he has more than I do. I'm going to be honest. Deep down, I want him and everyone else to be unhappy just like me. This is not something I'm proud of. I don't want to be like this. I don't want to be jealous and bitter because my friend is living a successful life while I'm here with unrealistic dreams of actually amounting to anything in life. This issue with jealousy is only a small part of my problem. Besides that and the depression, I'm also suicidal. I've gone to my family about how I needed to go to a doctor and get something prescribed. But more times than I can count, I've gotten the excuse that we can't afford to see a doctor.