I feel like this has always been my path. I first thought about suicide when I was 13 and first made plans when I was 19. My next major depressive bout was at 25 after my best friend had died. I had several other depressive periods, but just over two years ago, my decision was made for me.
I lost my career, my friends, my home, my future… everything. The few people still in my life think I can overcome, but I know better. I've been trying so hard to make everything work for the past 20 years, and even after all I've done, I've still ended up here.
This will destroy my mother, but it's honestly better for her. She's in the early stages of dementia. I hope she doesn't have much longer. My husband is unhappy with me, but feels trapped. He'll be better off without me. And my few friends who worry about me will be able to stop worrying. Most importantly, I'll be at peace.