Truth be told I don't know..I just know that the only end to my life story I am able to see is one hanging from a rope. Why haven't I done it yet, fear, waiting for the last trauma to happen..I don't know but my fight, is deeper than I realized. Everytime I think I can't do it anymore I continue on. I can't give you that reason but that's how it goes for me. I want to die because I have never been able to see a future for myself yet here I type. I get so depressed, lonely, lost and feel so isolated and separated.
Yet here I type, still looking still fighting. I used to fight with booze, drugs, isolation now I try to fight with knowledge and understanding. I learned self care this year (showering, clothing, eating, exercising). My fight continues with bouts of suicidal ideation but I'm starting to learn about where that is coming from as I learn about PTSD.
I don't know man but you now have a huge room full of supportive people that have been there and understand. That was a miricle realization for me...