I'm thinking about suicide
I'm a 20 year old nursing student.
I've attempted suicide several times since I was in elementary school. I am surrounded by wonderful friends who are unfortunate to me, and I spend my time thinking that every day is definitely more enjoyable than before.
I have lived my life thinking that I would die until the coming-of-age ceremony after doing enough of what I wanted to do, but now for some reason I am surviving on a cunning basis.
Right now, it's the most fun, but every day I live impatiently driven by the thought that I have to die quickly.
Interacting with patients through practical training as a nurse, and living in a relationship with the elderly every day is wonderful,
I think people are precious, but I don't think so about my own life.
Maybe it's from the words “failed work,” “defective product,” and “it wasn't created,” which were thrown out by my mother a long time ago.
My mother forgot to say that and said, “If you commit suicide, you'll end up in hell. The Buddha will abandon you,” she says to me
Certainly, I think it's a failure; I'm a person who doesn't have anything.
Why did God create humans in this world who have nothing and can't create anything in this world?
I want to be quick, I don't want to go to hell and I don't know what to do.
