I've struggled with depression (alongside anxiety) for many years (and have had a Dx for several years) and one particular thing that is part of my experiance of depression is intense guilt. Sometimes my guilt is about things which i realise, upon reflection are very minor. However i also struggle with guilt over something far more serious.
TW for sexual abuse from here on:
The things I feel guilty about are from when I was about 16 (perhaps a bit younger, perhaps a bit older, i have trouble remembering exactly when). i'm 21 now (so it's been about 5 years). Anyway, one night, late at night when I knew my sister would be asleep and likely my parents as well, I walked down to my sisters room. My sister is 4 years younger than me, so she would have been 12 at most. I have trouble remembering exactly what I was thinking, but i knew that I intended to try to touch her sexually. I don't know whether my feelings were about curiousity and maliciousness, but either way, I walked over to her bed, and tried to pull back the blackets gently, without waking her. I quickly realized that because of the way she slept I wouldn't be able to do it without waking her, so I just walked away.
Some time later, but probably only a few months later at most, I tried to do the same thing again. I walked down to her room late at night when she was asleep, and again I walked over to her bed with the same intent. I tried to pull the blankets off of her without waking her. This time she sort of struggled against me pulling the blankets away from her, but while still asleep. I kept trying to pull the blankets off her this time but I also didn't want to wake her. At some point, she woke up. I stepped away from the bed as she sat up. She said "oh it was you" and explained that she was having a nightmare where the grim reaper was trying to get her. She innocently assumed I was just shaking her awake or something because she never accused me of anything or got angry. I don't really know. I went back to bed because it was early in the morning and I assume she went back to sleep too.
I don't remember what I thought at the time. It's not until about 2 years later that I can remember really thinking about what I was trying to do. It sort of hit me all at once, at night, as I was trying to get to sleep. I felt so angry at myself. I thought or even hoped that I would be physically smitted by god and damned to hell. I realized what I had done was evil and unforgivable. I realized the fact that I hadn't felt any guilt until then was even more a sign of evil. I realized that even the guilt I felt at that moment couldn't be trusted to be more than self pity. I felt like I wouldn't last that night. I felt, and I know this is ridiculous, that my fear of punishment would kill me.
The next day I told the school councellor (who was also a qualified psychologist). I actually wrote it all down. I thought she was going to have to tell the police and that I would go to jail. However, to my surprise she just talked to me about the meaning of what I'd done and that she didn't think I was evil or deviant or a danger. She said that unless I did something like that again she had no intention of telling police and she thought i wasn't at risk of doing it again.
I still don't understand why she was forgiving. I still think I deserve to die. I still feel like I don't feel guilt like normal people feel it and like my remorse is not genuine. I have never told my sister, based on the psychs advice that telling her wouldn't solve anything and would actually, ironically, show signs of self indulgent. I think I sort of understand what she's saying.
I don't know what to do. I still think i should kill myself but I don't think I could go through with it. I've never actually completed an unsucessful suicide attempt. Every time I backed out at the last minute, so i've never even "attempted suicide" really. I want to end it. I don't deserve happiness or anything. I deserve death but I'm always too afraid or something.
I always want to believe "i don't deserve to die" but I know that's #######4. I deserve to die. I'm just a coward and an evil person who refuses to accept that they don't deserve to live.