The reason I know therapy has been a worthwhile endeavor for me is because, despite all the bad things that happened in the span of the last two weeks, between my dad's cancer diagnosis, my brother's psychotic break, and everything else going on that I haven't talked about...
I haven't once considered suicide as an option.
I have mourned, cried, and lamented that I don't know how I'm going to cope. But not once has my brain suggested death as the easiest way out.
I have suffered from suicidal ideation since I was a child. Since before I was in double digits. There has never not been a time when my brain hasn't thought, "kill yourself."
Please, if you're going through treatment, keep going. It might not feel worth it right now, but keep going for your future self.
I never thought this would be possible either.