I had my first suicidal ideations as a teenager, and that was because of fear and feeling unwanted, but I never acted on it. Now, 30 years later, and having been married, had children, been divorced, and now being rejected by my children, I still feel unwanted. The biggest difference is that as a teenager I had hope that I would find happiness; I no longer have that hope. My only source of joy is my beloved 13 year-old dog, but something (I hope it's delusion) tells me he will be gone sooner as opposed to later. When he crosses the rainbow bridge, I will go with him. I realize I am still relatively young, but I'm tired, and I'm ready to be done. The hope of finding my "thing" out there is gone, so, in my case, the desire to ctb has just grown…