I want you to let me die
Last time, I asked a question that was completely out of context. I'm sorry.
I am currently in my second year of graduate school. My family had misfortune last winter, and I was struck by a sense of helplessness due to the reflection of actively working hard on job hunting, and my research was neglected, and my mind went crazy after being told by the faculty that “it is dangerous whether I can complete the course as it is.”
While going to a psychiatrist and getting medicine, I've been repeating research activities and job hunting while somehow misleading, but I didn't get a job offer from the industry I wanted to apply to, I couldn't get good results in my research, and I realized that I couldn't expect anything more from my future.
Since entering college, I've been living in a daze, and since I thought about suicide several times thinking that my life would just go downhill, I thought about quitting it and thought about committing suicide by taking a large amount of the medicine I currently have in March and jumping into the ocean.
Eventually, my parents stopped me and I'm still alive, but the situation is only getting worse. I haven't been able to go to the lab, job hunting isn't going well, and the days where I can't move on my bed continue.
I'm tired of living my life.
I thought it was fun until high school, everything was fulfilling, but in the end, I looked back on my life, including that time, and realized that my essence is that I am a mean person who just overtakes what is right in front of me.
I no longer have a reason to live for myself where I have wasted the trust, expectations, and cooperation of others.
Even when I'm alive, I only cause trouble to others and society.
Somebody please tell me it's OK to die. Or let them die.
