The last years were tuff for me. I lost my job, found a new one, and lost it again. Lost some family members, but I also had good times (I got married).

Honestly, my wife is the only thing keeping me happy these days, not the gym, not going out with friends or playing some games. And I can't stop thinking about how the people I know would react If I died before I go to bed, at work when I have nothing to do (in case I have a job rn). I probably think about it so much because many people don't appreciate me or the things I do for them. I consider myself not suicidal, but thinking about it makes me crazy.