Too many of us simply forget that our little problems won’t result in the end of the world.
Whether you were touched or neglected as a child, dumped in extraordinary fashion as a teen, or had the weight of life crush the very breath from you as an adult won’t have a direct impact on anything as a whole.
More of us need to realize this, I think, because then confronting the issue should be a bit easier. Be more free to try new approaches to your various problems, have the courage to speak up and say what’s on your mind. Have the strength to keep trying, pushing yourself forward until you come out of this dark tunnel and see light. Seek help if you think you need it; it really is up to you.
Overcoming depression, finding a reason(s) to live; none of it is easy. This life isn’t easy for us; this is a fact. Whining and complaining feels great, is necessary, but we’ve got to try. We’ve got to keep pushing and looking for ways out of this mess.
Otherwise, grab the razor blades, make a few incisions, and earn yourself a darwin award. Killing yourself means evolution wins. There’s too many of us; gotta cull the herd somehow.
Depression/suicidal idealization is just another means to an end, survival of the fittest. Kill yourself and become the crust that gets chopped off of the sandwich that is humanity. Or try, keep trying, don’t stop breathing. You are worthy of existence. You deserve to be here, and once you’ve changed your personal world enough, being here won’t be so bad.