Kind of, I'm not sure. I have some inkling of an idea that there is a way out of this that isn't suicide. It's hard to explain. At the same time, if I think about it, I have to say it's appealing. I can see my therapist tomorrow and she understands that inpatient was very harmful for me so she's not going to call in a wellness check or something just because I mention suicidal impulses. I miss the love of my life. I don't imagine that suicide would reunite us, and if it did, he'd be pretty pissed at me, anyway. The appeal is that I could get out of this body that misses him terribly.
I also have a weak belief in reincarnation. By weak I mean that I don't believe that anything gets reincarnated that would make this life belong to the next incarnation's "past lives," as people normally imagine reincarnation. Instead, it makes more sense to me that the habits I have accumulated in this life will carry on somehow.
From the other side of the equation, though, I feel that I was born suicidal. I've only felt like I could manage life when I was on the road in a touring band, or when I was with my partner. Outside of those years, I just wish I had never been born. It doesn't seem unlikely to me that my birth was the result of "my" earlier incarnations' (multiple) suicides, resulting in a habit that will get worse if I don't break it now.
So it's better to work on those habits now in order to ensure a good ground for whatever future life form inherits them. Please tell me if this sounds disconnected from reality. I frequently feel that, if I had lost my shit, I'd probably be the last to know it.