I almost killed myself the other day on a whim, /lounge/.

My life hasn't been great lately, marriage problems (wife's drug addiction at the heart of it), money issues, feel like shit a lot of the time.

I came home late, had a few drinks, and was driving (so sue me, I made it home safe). Parked the car in the garage... nobody's home. Sitting in the car, as the door goes down on the garage, an old song comes on the radio. I close my eyes and listen. Next thing, I lay my seat back. It's warm, I'm tired, an old familiar song, pleasant buzz... the car is still running. I could go out like this. Right now, I thought. I almost did. It was pleasant and relaxing...

I snapped out of it because I realized I hadn't fed the cats. Shut off car, went inside.

Any other anons have similar experiences? I'm thinking about it all the time now...

I think about it constantly. My life is crushed under the weight of my desire to die. an't do it though, so I'm pretty much fucked.