Everyone wants a normal life.
We all want to do life well, and do all the things everybody else does. I tried, a long time, I wouldn't give up, it almost killed me. Then I realized that stress management *was* my survival. I stopped being in denial, and accepted I had a disability.
Now, no more suicidal ideation. Very little depressive stuff. Grief? Yes. Crying? Heck yes, I'm processing world class loss here. Crying, for me, one of the single healthiest things I do. And remember Jadebear - "boys don't cry". :-)
New topic - same as the old topic: I didn't mean you shouldn't express the dark stuff, I meant perhaps balancing it out. Am not going into the historical/metaphysical stuff right now, am just going to state my sincere belief:
Words Have Power. (please trust me on this one ok?)
One more thing on suicide: I was once suffering so bad, and wanted to die so much, and was under such unreal stress with a gazillion terrible frustrations in my life, including the fact nobody loved me or even close - my suicidal thing went underground.
I tried to do it in a way it would look like a bicycling accident, riding (no hands) way fast down this steep hill *at night* and *right through* a stop sign. Finally, I had a close call, and that sorta snapped me out of it *but* it was still years later when I realized what I was actually trying to do.
Deep internalized suffering and stress is very serious. Ok?