I’m sick of this roller coaster called life. I’m 34 and It just seems like the ups aren’t as fun and the lows are getting worse. I’ve had suicidal thoughts since I was a young teenager. For twenty years I’ve persevered mainly because I feel guilty about wanting it to end. I’ve almost died twice, a car accident and cancer. Both times it was a disappointment to have made it out the other side. No “new lease on life” thoughts for me. The ups and downs of the last 6 years is due to me falling madly in love with someone who was so wrong for me. My head knew after a month or two it was bad news, but my heart and other head went full steam ahead through the most challenging, rewarding, horrible, amazing six years of my life. We have two little boys together who are perfect. We finally split on Sunday, and I haven’t seen them since then. I want to but she won’t even let me talk to them on the phone. It’s killing me...