Sometimes I don’t know. Right now I’m waiting for my court cases to move forward and to get settlements from them from my attack/injury and I tell myself after that I can go bc I can pay my family back. Other days it’s my dogs and that’s about it. My brain has its days where it really shouts that I should die. I’ll be at the grocery store picking out fruit and my brain will say “kill yourself, no one cares” and I’m like “cool I just wanted to decide on grapes or bananas”. There are days it’s so intense nothing drowns it out and I am surprised I am still alive. I half assed attempted suicide last year and self injured after being attacked at work and went to the hospital but I used to work in the field and know how the system works so my mind was working against me. Even now it does. I don’t think I’ve ever been happy and I was described as an anxious kid. I guess getting hit by a tornado at 6 will do that. And I’ve been depressed since I was like 10 I just never knew what it was. My therapist and psychiatrist will ask why I choose to stay alive and I am confused bc I don’t know most of the time. This turned into a weird rant, sorry.