It's been a roller coaster. My father left before I was born, lots of bullying as a kid, my father figure died when I was 12, more bullying as a teen, then finally friends and a loving relationship that lasted for almost 5 years and ended up with her leaving me for another man. Then I started a process of healing and self-improvement, I started racing, I finished my bachelor's, tried dating again, got my first job, traveled, got a scholarship, did a master's abroad. That took 7 years. I met someone else, I was happy for a year or so, and then she ended up leaving me for another man.
I'm 32 now. The repetition of trauma doesn't make it any easier, quite the contrary: it reopens the wound and makes it deeper. She left me in July. I've been a wreck ever since. I've thought about suicide before, but the idea never lasted enough for me to actually plan something. Now I have. I researched methods, I've bought the pills, SN is supposed to arrive today. I don't want to die, I'm scared, but I can't go on like this. I'm broken and I don't want to move on, to keep fighting. This one was the last blow I could take.