In my case, I lived well until 12 years Ago, when I was 30. Until my BPD mother fell into my life, sick, and my brother jumped ship from his responsibility as a son.
I went bankrupt keeping my mother alive, who also ruined my mental health.
I lost my father years later and today I am reaching the end to put an end to the torment that my brother causes in my life.
There were other situations and people that contributed, that made me lose hope or the will to continue in this world.
The final push came from my brother.