I'm so used to it now it barely bothers me but if I tell anyone else they do seem surprised. Pretty much daily since I was about 17 I've wanted to be dead. So we're talking nearly thirty years.
You wouldn't know I felt like this if you knew me as I seem happy and pretty bubbly. Thing is I'm not unhappy, although I certainly have been in the past, I just don't want to make old bones. So I daydream of terminal illnesses like other people daydream of holidays.
I don't fear death. Most nights I go to sleep and would be very happy not to wake up again. I have a family who I love, a partner who is wonderful to me, and yet this melancholy just stays with me.
I've never taken medication and don't want to. I find pleasure in small things and look forward to stuff. I love being creative and have definitely struggled with being unable to pursue this for the last few years due to my kids eating all my time. But I'm sure in the future I'll pick it up again and get engrossed.
I have no desire to kill myself btw, I'm not suicidal. So is this really weird or do other people just do as I do, head down, plough through each day but secretly desire the long sleep?