I'm so tired of thinking about suicide every single day. It's been about four or five years now since I was diagnosed with psychosis, and since then I've been thinking about suicide every single day. I have a lot of things and people to be thankful for, but my thoughts revolve around suicide. I try to drown out the thoughts with listening to Christian music. my life has gotten better since my diagnosis, which was the same time I dropped out of the university I was struggling through at the time. while I was there I accumulated a massive amount of debt, and I wonder if I'll ever be able to pay it off. I have a loving, caring family, the abilify takes away the voices, I finally got into another university and changed my major so I can become an accountant. I finally got my driver's license, I live with my parents in a great house that we are renting, but the thoughts of suicide and possibly going to hell when I die are still there. I feel like a failure and a user, because I can't take care of myself even though I'm 26 years old, soon to be 27. I live in a first world country, why can't i just be happy? My only real problem is that I need to get better at driving a car so that i can have a life, but I'm so afraid of driving that it is preventing me from going out and doing things. I do drive, but only to a couple of places like school. I still am completely dependent on my parents. Most of the time I compare myself to who I thought I should have been, what I should have accomplished by this point in my life. At other times I think about how I have psychosis, and think that because of this disability I won't be able to do anything. I've been diagnosed with depression and anxiety. My dad finally stopped drinking alcohol for over a year now, my mom doesn't yell at us anymore. I'm not stuck in high school anymore where I was constantly having to deal with crap and drama. everyday I think about suicide, and many of those days I say "I hate you" out loud to myself. It's a nasty habit I've been trying to break. so far I don't have any attempts, so I guess that means I probably won't do it. I feel like it's some kind of twisted crutch, where I default back to the idea that if I don't succeed, or if I'm not happy, or if I'm overwhelmed, I can just commit suicide. I feel I should be making God the thing I fall back on, but instead its suicide. It doesn't even make sense but when I start getting afraid of going to hell I just think about committing suicide, even though that would only send me there faster if that's where I'm going. I just feel like this life has too much responsibility and pressure. I can't commit suicide because my dad once said that if I do he might too. I can't be responsible for something like that. When I think about how it would hurt my family it makes me cry. Not because I am deserving of being loved, but I know my family loves me because they are great people. Even after getting into another university my life still feels like a nightmare, and I'm afraid I'm going to fail out again. My dad says that if I continue to study hard and stay away from drugs, I never started doing drugs, and stay on my meds, that I should be able to graduate. Life just seems so hard. I don't even know what I'm complaining about, I should be happy. What is wrong with me? It doesn't help living near to the golden gate bridge. I would have trouble driving there, but there is a bus right by my house and public transit that could get me there in under three hours. i even have a psychologist I see twice a month that I talk to about my problems, but I still feel like garbage every day. I feel this impending sense of doom. I'm constantly expecting things to go wrong. I feel trapped in this life, which is pathetic cuz I have very few problems. I just feel broken. I think the psychotic episodes I had just broke me. I was only unmedicated and listening to voices for about four years, but during that time I lost the will to live. I think I've been delusional since I was a pre teen. I feel like I'm a horrible human being. I've tried to be nice all my life, but I think almost every day I have some flash back of something I did in the past, both during and not during psychosis, that makes me cringe. why can't i just be happy?