I used to feel that way. Even as recently as eight months ago when I was hospitalized for my suicide attempt. Then I decided that if I was going to be stuck on this earth, I needed something worth sticking around for that made things meaningful.

I've been working on this in therapy. I have found that I absolutely love school. I don't have any great goals once I'm done my degree, but I love the learning process. I wake up so excited to go to school each day.

I am working on developing relationships, even just friendships. I've learned that I NEED other people in my life to be happy.

I changed from a job that was sucking the life out of me to a different one that invigorates me and makes me happy.

I've had to make a lot of changes, some of them not easy, in order to find reasons to enjoy life. But I'm slowly learning they do exist. I have to either find them, or create them.