these days even on a med that sorta helps (finally) but i often wake up feeling like there`s absolutely no purpose in

getting up, then i start to think.... and i re-realize all the horrible shit in my life. alot of it could have been taken care of

if i had manned up and faced it,and it breaks my heart,sometimes all that keeps me going is that somehow im still alive

and what loved ones want/would want for me.but there are still people that make life worth living (few and far between).