i wish something bad actually happened to me. wish i was abused or sick or assaulted or something so i'd have a reason for being the way i am. i've had such a normal and happy life people would fucking kill for and yet i'm still suicidal. ungrateful.
I’ve been there. As much as it sucks to feel this way at least it’s less isolating to know I’m not the only one. Misery loves company I guess. Wishing you the best