I've always been at least a bit suicidal. My grandfather and about 4 people closely related to him killed themselves all within a one year period around when I was born, and I have the same terrible responses to stress as my father. So I'm probably very fucked up epigenetically and in terms of childhood complexes.
But way more health problems and extreme emotions than I can deal with have made it real. Right now I'm closer than I ever have been. I want to go so much but I'm scared.
The one thing keeping me is my girlfriend, who I'm pretty sure does genuinely love me although she does a lot to make the emotional problems worse. She just goes away for days and fails to keep appointments and stuff. I understand because I'm pretty high pressure, but she doesn't deal with it well. She is very loving when she is there though. She wants me to adapt to her schedule. Even when I'm extremely suicidal, like today, she just… doesn't really respond well.
I'm away from her because of medical problems. Have to be.
I'm scared of what happens. Of being alone on the other side or being somewhere without her. Of fucking up and being severely injured, and alone here. And of being alone when I go.
I know it's ridiculous and I'm pathetic. I'm like that though. That's part of why I'm so close to going. Constant and extreme physical and emotional pain are the main reasons.