I have felt on edge for a few days but from out of the blue this afternoon after getting up from a nap, I'm suicidal. I went out to the art studio to study Spanish before church and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I feel like I'm not good enough. That there is no rhyme or reason as to why I exist. I know I have God, and I'm turning to him now to help me through this. I've already told my husband what's happening with me so I'm safe. I just don't understand where this is coming from.