Most people will not understand why I am so depressed that I am seriously considering suicide. My life has been less than ideal, I had a very abusive mother and a father who couldn't care less. They divorced when I was 11 and my mom became even more abusive. She used to hit me all the time. I went to school with welts, bruises, and black rings under my eyes from crying and lack of sleep. Back then teachers couldn't do much for kids, the one who tried to confront my mom almost lost her job. My mom admitted later that she was taking the divorce out on me and my sister. We would leave for school hours before because we had no money for the bus. My Junior high was over an hour away and my senior high school was an hour and a half walk. When we got home we were expected to wash any dishes, do all the laundry (including my moms) and have it folded, vaccum, cut the lawn, and clean up the house by the time my mom came home at 530pm. If the chores weren't done we got hit. Then we had our homework to get done and if I didn't finish my homework I got a beating for that as well. I wanted out of that world so much, I wished I could just run away but I had no money.
I often wonder if I would have been a better person if I had been raised better or was I destined to be who I am.
Upon graduation,I wanted to join the military but I had asthma and that kept me out. I tried for another field of work but at the time I had too little experience and was told to apply in a few years. I eventually got into a field of work I excelled at and progressed quickly through the ranks but it was a stepping stone for what I really wanted to do. I finally got my life headed in the right direction 6 years ago. I was in one of my dream jobs. Then last Dec the worst thing that could happen to me happened.
I think I made the worst decision of my life that day, I thought I was doing the right thing but I have questioned that decision every day since. I lost somebody who meant more to me than anyone or anything. I cant forgive myself and nobody understands the depth of guilt I feel. My heart broke in two that day and it has hurt every minute of every day since, I cry every day multiple times a day, I miss him so much.
I actually wake up every day cursing that I'm still alive. I go to sleep crying and I wake up crying. People tell me I did the right thing and it will get better but I wont, because its not just a loss it's a guilt. I dont live anymore, I exist and I hate every minute of it.
I try to be a good person, I follow the rules, I live an honest life, and work hard, and I feel like I'm being punished for that. Every time something good comes into my life it gets snatched away.
I've entered into a stage of depression I cant pull out of and I don't even want to. Life has given me the finger so many times I've just given up.