My reason for living?
I have really been thinking about this a lot, lately. Back when I attempted suicide, during the days leading up to my attempt, someone asked me, "Why do you live? Why not just kill yourself and get it over with?". My attempt failed then, and I accepted that I would have to live through my pain. Ever since then, I have been questioning my reason for being... my reason for living.
So, I have a question for the few people that actually read my journal. What is your reason for living?
I guess I'm just curious as to what other people's reasons would be for living. Being depressive for the past 15 years or so, I seem to always be questioning everything about myself, but I really have never come up with a good reason for living. I really don't see a point in living. If I die tomorrow, then fine, it's over. I'm to the point where I actually think I would welcome death.
So, I have a question for the few people that actually read my journal. What is your reason for living?
I guess I'm just curious as to what other people's reasons would be for living. Being depressive for the past 15 years or so, I seem to always be questioning everything about myself, but I really have never come up with a good reason for living. I really don't see a point in living. If I die tomorrow, then fine, it's over. I'm to the point where I actually think I would welcome death.