I've been depressed for as long as I can remember. The first time I remember feeling suicidal was when I was 9. I'm almost four times that age now. And yet even fighting those demons for that length of time, there's only been two, three max, moments where I was genuinely ready to give up and end it all.
I know what it's like, cursing every time I wake up and have to drag myself through another day in pain. Wishing that I could just go to sleep and that be the end of it. Im living it now, in the midst of the worst my depression has ever been.
I forgot where I was going with that, but actually giving In and ending it, is so very hard to do. So don't beat yourself up about it when I imagine you have so much else weighing on you. Whether or not you're living well, or even really living, you are still here, and that takes a shit ton of strength for people who feel as we do. So on that basis, I'm proud of you. Genuinely.
I hope that things work out for you, whatever may happen.