I was seven years old. My mom had been mentally, physically and emotionally abusing me for two years this far, my dad had just molested me a couple months prior.
I was walking to school one morning and I just felt nothing. I arrived in the school yard, looked at all the kids who had no worries or cares in the world. And it was that moment I realized I wanted to die.
I tried to strangle myself with a sweat shirt that day, but I was caught.
Over the next 20 years, my mom would continue the trifecta of abuse (mental, emotional, physical). Though the physical abuse stopped when I was 16 when she was coming at me with her fists and I went to the kitchen to grab a knife and told her that if she ever hurt me again, I would kill her if I had to.
After that she just doubled down on the other two kinds until I was 30. Then she had her new husband threaten me with violence to get me out of the family home where I was living.
I've been living with a friend and my partner since then.
My desire to die has never waivered since that day in the school yard.
And this is all ignoring the various disabilities and mental health conditions I suffer from chronically, and the state of the world/society that contribute to my death wish.