The last (or so I hope) remains of hope. I actually fight really hard, and have been figthting until extenuation to fight my depression and psychological disorders since age 16. I am age 24 now; and it doesn't matter how hard I try;I fight myself, and my ilness always proves stronger. I am desperate, every attempt I do at suceeding I end up boycotting, in a extremely self destructive and practically psychopathic manner (in the way that makes it most painful for me). It's like there's something inside me, that I don't really understand nor can control, that hates me and doesn't allow me to get anything good, that tells me I deserve death, as a punishiment; just because I'm horrible and I hate myself.
With each tremenous failure; I destroy some hope, but also for some reason I don't end up surrendering. This is also reflective in my self-lessive behaviour, I make myself the inflict myself cuts and wounds;and a few days after I am there curing myself, just to repeat; I am trapped in eternal conflict. Death is very temptative because this state of self fighting and hating is unsuferable,and it's consequences are pailful to deal with; failure,regret, feeling useless and worthless and that nothing makes sense, frustration, feeling that it doesn't matter how hard you try. I really feel like an extremely ill person, as ill or more ill as someone with the worst cancer; I fought it thinking i could get over it; but I think it is proving to be incurable, and thus Iam heavily considering surrendering.