Hi,
I'm 14 and new to this site.I cannot remember a time when I truly valued my existence,only when I questioned its value,and I never found any good in it.Looking back at age 4-5,I use to question it alot,at times(remember still 4-5 yrs old here)I would head towards the kitchen when my mom walked out of the room,and I would take out a knife and try to figure out wich would be the quickest way possible for me to injure myself and die,but I never got the chance to truly try it.My mother never found out,she never new.After a failed attempt at age 6,I merely tried resisting the urge since then.once the resistance broke and I became very close,oh so close,but I am religous and do not want to go that way,I want to die not by my own hand,yet sweet death has avoided me in all possible ways.Can someone please help me without that GO-HAPPY-BE-HAPPY,annoying attitude?