At the time when I signed up for this forum, I actually kind of enjoyed being alive. Not a whole lot, but it was better than nothing. The last couple years have crushed my spirit....I had to be put on a very powerful anti-psychotic just to cope with my sad reality. I really don't have anything left at this point, not even my dachshund. I have to wonder if the people around me had any idea how much I was suffering, or if they just couldn't imagine it at all. Either way, they weren't of much help. In fact, their involvement might actually have slowed down my progress. False promises, gaslighting, misguided moral imperatives....Some of them even said it would get better. It never did. If anything, things in my life are in a worse state than ever before. I tried, I did everything I could, everything I was supposed to do, I gave it my all....And I am still not having a good time, nothing even resembling a good time.
"Imagination, life is your creation"
