Feeling a bit more suicidal lately.
I don't know if it's because of work, relationships, family or whatever, but I've been feeling more suicidal these past few weeks. I think and reflect, and I realize how there's not a single person who would be worse off if I died. I don't even think people would benefit from my death anymore, I just think they'd be indifferent to it.
I look at my life and where I am in life right now, and I don't like it. I then look at what I have to do to change it, and I'm scared of how much I have to do, but also mad that I didn't do it before. I try to stay hopeful, but I fall back into bleak realism. I often just accept the thought that I'll kill myself before age 40.
There was a time where these kind of thoughts had subsided, but they're coming back.
Also, right now, I'm clear minded enough to now that I don't actually want to kill myself, I want things to get better. But there were times I wasn't, and there most likely will be times I won't be. I'm scared for the future but I can't do anything about it for now (mental health is way too low on my priority list), so I just try to forget it.