I think this life can be a beautiful thing. I've always suffered from depression, but I've had times in my life where I've felt truly happy. Where I've felt like nothing could stop me.
Of course I've also had times where if there was a button to end it in an instant, I'd have hammered that thing before I finished reading the instructions.
Here's the thing. I love this place, I feel accepted here. I feel I can speak freely and that there isn't any judgement, just understanding. But you have to remember we're all coping differently. We all see things differently. I'm grateful to be able to talk to people here, but you have to be careful how much of it you let back into yourself.
This life can be an amazing thing. It can also be a harsh and cruel thing. And it can be both in the span of a heartbeat. I would never seek to minimise or take away from the pain anyone here is feeling. What might seem small to one person is a life sentence to another. But just because you're here, it doesn't mean that it's essentially game over.
Christ I know it's easy to say, and I really don't want to just throw out the same old platitudes because I know how hollow they are. But the point I'm trying to make is that all that life really is, is potential. It can be amazing, and it can be unbearable. Some of it is in your control, and a lot of it isn't. Some problems can be fixed, others only accepted.
I don't really know what I'm trying to say. I can't answer the original question here. Not really. I just know that sometimes when things seem hopeless, things can turn around. And sometimes when things are incredible. Things can turn around. There's always another page to the story. It's a question of having the strength to keep reading and see what happens. I'm sorry for the rant.