I'm 17 years old, a high school junior. My parents are incredibly generous and trusting, my friends are all supportive and wonderful, I have been lucky enough to travel the world. I get straight A's and feel I am reasonably mature. But I hate myself and my life makes me so unhappy, like there's something crucial I'm missing out on. In the past few months specifically I've found myself losing interest in all the things I used to enjoy. I constantly cancel plans with my friends because I can't bring myself to follow through. The only thing I look forward to is coming home and taking a nap. I've started wondering if there's any point to my life at all and it scares me. I used to see counselors but my parents decided it wasn't helping and so I stopped. It's come to the point where I don't even know if my life is worth it anymore. But it doesn't make sense: I am so very fortunate, why should I get to feel this way when there are people with real, genuine struggles? I feel bad for even feeling bad. Any advice? Thanks. Edit: I would like to add that I have told my parents how I am feeling and, I'm sure it was just a reaction of fear because they can't help me, they told me they thought it was ridiculous because there are people in hospitals dying who want to live and it's stupid that I would have so much opportunity and choose not to take advantage of it.