Where to begin?
My screwed up family and screwed up childhood made me tired of being alive by the time I was 12. I had already been through so much by that point that I felt like I was 80 years old. The only people in my family who loved me and treated me decently, my mother and my sister, were both dead by the time I was 13. I was then left alone with a family that hated me and I ended up being made a ward of the state. I was in and out of the psych ward, treatment centers, foster homes, and basically passed around like an unwanted package from the ages of 13 to 18.
In my 20s, I attempted to get some kind of help for my severe depression and psychotic episodes on my own, but all they would give me were SSRIs which don't do anything for me. I've also done various kinds of therapy to no avail. I spent years trying and trying to find some way to improve my depression and other mental issues, but nothing ever worked.
Then I finally met a wonderful man who made me feel like a queen. It took me several years to allow myself to trust him because of all the things I'd been through before I met him, but I finally let my guard down. We eventually got married and we had 26 wonderful years together. I knew him for more than half of my life. Then in December 2012, he was diagnosed with multiple myeloma. I spent 5 years watching him go through chemo, a bone marrow transplant, and many other terrible procedures while he was trying to fight the cancer. After some very horrific things happened in the summer of 2017, he was forced into hospice against his will by his doctors and he finally passed away that October.
I started losing everything that I gained from having him in my life almost from the moment that he passed away. I ended up losing my home, my car, my security, my happiness, and my reason to live. I've been going through pure hell since he passed away. Even though it's been 2 years now, the pain is no less than it was the night he died. I can't even escape when I'm asleep because I constantly have dreams about various things that were done to him in the last days of his life by various medical professionals and later by hospice. Now everyone that I loved and everyone that loved me is pretty much dead. Although I have some money, it's not enough to last me for what would probably be the rest of a natural life, and there is no way that I can get a regular 9-to-5 job. I have severe hypothyroidism which doesn't get better, no matter how much they raise my medicine. I've been diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome which I don't believe has any cure. I'm constantly exhausted, dizzy, and unable to concentrate or think straight. I spend my days in my bedroom going from sitting in my chair to lying in my bed. I have severe agoraphobia and I'm afraid to leave my house most of the time. I can just see that I'm going to get older and older and sicker and sicker and I'd rather ctb before I get too sick to be able to take care of it myself.
And lastly, I can't face the torture of another Christmas season, another Wedding Anniversary, or another New Year's Eve without my husband. I long for peace, quiet, and serenity. That's what I expect to get when I ctb.