I am not suicidal. At least I don't think I am.
But I finally understand torment that can be brought about by anxiety and the subsequent feelings of utter worthlessness. At almost every moment of the day I feel like I am failing. I am failing my wife, failing my children, failing my employer, failing my friends, and failing God.....
I have no one to share this with, because no one will get it. They will point to how amazing my life is, and they are not wrong. They will point to just doing what is right in front of me at the moment, which is what feels so impossible.
But people around me who love me would be devastated to even hear me think that's why. But since I am a young child I have been taught not to trust love from anyone.
I understand the Bliss that could be provided if I was no longer here. I don't think that it would make a statement to anyone, I would just be another statistic like so many that we are losing to other forms of suicide.