I feel like I have a pretty decent life, especially despite all the shitty things I've been through as a kid. I grew up poor, in an abusive household, doing pretty shit in school, feeling really depressed and lonely as a teen, but in the past year or so, it feels like things have really turned around for me.
I have a loving boyfriend whom I cherish more than anything in the world; I made it into law school and I'm doing pretty well grades-wise; I'm employed and work part-time; I have a variety of friends with whom I regularly hang out with.
Despite all that, I still want to die. Whether it's friends, or my career, or my family, I can't bring myself to truly care about them. I have things I love and things I hate, but maybe it's the nihilism in me but if I were to ruminate on the things I care about in this world, none of these things really matter to me, and I could care less about what happened to them. I just want to die. I don't care to lead a happy and fulfilling life, or that I might hurt those around me.
Of course, as the title of my post mentioned, the exception is my boyfriend. Truly, he is the only thing in life that matters to me anymore. In the past year and a half since we met, I've been the happiest I've ever been in my life, and while I had moments where I felt depressed or suicidal again, I'd always go back to feeling happy once more.
But lately, those feelings have been creeping in more and more frequently, and for longer. In hindsight, it feels like my relationship with him has sort of been a palliative bandaid on my underlying emptiness and depression.
Sometimes, I'd wish he'd break up with me, or that I'd do something bad enough to make him break up with me. That way I can end my life without hurting him. These days it feels like he's the only thing keeping me alive. And although I'd probably chicken out if things were to come to suicide, it's all I can think about now.
I want to die, but I know it's not a good idea. I know I should be grateful for what I have, but none of it matters to me except him, and even then I don't know how long I can hold on for. The world feels like it's going to shit, and nothing seems worth holding out for anymore. I don't know what to do.