Childhood trauma, emotional neglect and growing up being hypersensitive and having anxiety, very low self esteem and people pleasing tendencies, one of the first suicidal ideations I remember was after feeling very overwhelmed at how cruel people and the world can be, and feeling like I don't belong here, that I'm too nice for this and I would rather not be here anymore, my empathy and sensitivity used to hurt me a lot but I since then did my best to heal and had learned how to live with them and see the beauty in them. That it's actually a gift to this world, and a light for people when things get dark.
But my first episode where my suicidality felt very very real and intense, even though it was still passive at the time, is last year when I left religion (Islam) after realizing it's a man made fantasy, I found myself in an alien world where everything I used to lean on was not there anymore, I saw my whole world crumbling down in front of me, I had always leaned on God, I used to feel very close to him all the time and found comfort in my religion, so realizing it was only a lie was so traumatic, I felt like nothing was worth it anymore and went through an existential crisis. My parents didn't allow me to take off hijab as well which made me feel even more trapped and distressed, they even got physically abusive because of it and threatened to kill me at one instance, I used to imagine myself jumping from our house roof and end my misery once and for all, I felt like such a burden and a source of suffering for my parents that I wished I wasn't even born in the first place so that I wouldn't bring them that much shame and pain, but despite feeling suicidal I always knew deep down that I wanted to keep fighting to live the life I deserve one day, I knew there was so much more to life to be lived and discovered, I already felt robbed and I didn't want to just give in and give up, even though everything was horrible I somehow kept telling myself that there was hope, I also always thought of my little brother that I couldn't bear the thought of hurting, traumatizing him and screwing him up for the rest of his life. It took a lot of courage and strength to be where I am today, I still have bad days but overall I'm better, I don't think I'm suicidal anymore, I take life day by day and try not to think of suicide as an option but I try to heal and find solutions and make the most of my situation, I take off hijab when I'm outside and I lean on my friends and the people that support me as much as I can.
Sorry for the long post that became more of a vent, I hope someone can resonate with it and maybe relate and have some hope.