It was honestly too hard for me to keep reading this post, so I stopped, but I still wanted to answer regarding my own reasons for living. I’ve been through my own dark crisis—after my mother passed away. I never once thought about suicide, but I definitely questioned why I was even here. Everything felt heavy. I’d wake up with a knot in my stomach because I just couldn't see my purpose. But you know what the good news is? A year later, everything changed. If I had ended it then, I wouldn't be experiencing how happy life can actually be. Life isn't easy. There are moments when things suck and we feel lost, but like someone else mentioned here, you have a choice. When you wake up, you decide if life is just a burden or if you're going to try and enjoy it. I chose the latter. I fell in love, dealt with heartbreak, grinded through work, and struggled through college. And you know what? I embrace all of it. I'm glad I'm here. I'm grateful for every new day, and I pray to God that I make it to a hundred. 😁Why? Because I want more walks in this beautiful world. I want more hugs from my dad and the people I love. I want to brighten someone else's day. I want to have kids one day (I don't feel that pull right now, but priorities shift). I want to spend time with animals because I love them, grab coffee with my girlfriends and laugh until we cry, and I want to learn to love myself. You have to learn to love this world and yourself, and find joy in that. It takes time, practice, and sometimes help from others. But once you climb out of a hole like that, you come out stronger, wiser, and much more appreciative of where you stand.