51, had persistent depressive disorder for decades. At this point, the way age influences my thinking is, you know, considering everything, even given how frequently I evaluate myself as a horrible failure, my overall effect on other people is a net positive. 50 years really ought to be enough. But I'll never have any real break from the mindless capitalistic hamster wheel, never be able to develop my other interests because depression means I barely have the will to do my job, so I feel like I should have permission societally to CTB.
Mostly what keeps me around is knowing how those who care about me would feel. I have lost someone dear to me to suicide, and it is one of the top three most horrible things I have ever endured. 20 years later, it still hurts to recall. And she had a peaceful exit with pills and booze.
So, I dunno. I'm still here. I'm starting ketamine treatment soon, and if that works, maybe I'll leave here for being too happy and well-adjusted. But that also might run me out of money, and then CTB looks pretty good again. If that doesn't work, I'm pretty well just done with trying to fuck around trying to find some treatment that works.