Every time I mess up, every time I fail, every time I make someone mad, it never fails... the first thought is "I should kill/hurt myself". EVERY time. I always feel like it would just be better if I wasn't here... that would fix everything. Can't be mad at me anymore, I'm dead. I can't mess up anymore, I'm dead.
I've asked myself why I don't do it... (as my old therapist always did)... and I don't really know. Fear.. even though I believe in God and Heaven, I still have fear of dying.
And my kids and husband. I really do love each of them. Even if they would not miss me, I would miss them.
I have no skills for forgiving myself. And I hate this about myself.
I've asked myself why I don't do it... (as my old therapist always did)... and I don't really know. Fear.. even though I believe in God and Heaven, I still have fear of dying.
And my kids and husband. I really do love each of them. Even if they would not miss me, I would miss them.
I have no skills for forgiving myself. And I hate this about myself.