Isn't it the weirdest thing? I was watching a show about a horrible accident a woman had--she was a jockey in a horse race competition and a spooked horse ran into her horse, both going 40 mph... Long story short, both horses had to be killed and the woman had a severe brain injury to the point where they considered taking her off life support. Eventually she recovered and is obviously not the same as before--she can't speak coherently, limps badly and in general her life is so much smaller. But she was so grateful to be given the opportunity to live again.

Though some of us have tried taking away our own lives, we're all still able to type our thoughts here on psychcentral...so technically we're better off than her. Why do we still feel the way we do? There must be something all of us are missing in our lives but we just can't pinpoint it. The woman in my example had a loving partner and some friends at the track rooting her on...Is it the need to belong? The opportunity to be something greater than ourselves--to believe we can accomplish what we want to? Is it the emotional support of friends and family? I don't know... it could be all of these. At least in my mind, it has to be one of these...

We may be living in a cruel world; we're reminded of it every day. But each day is different, some bad, others bland and a few good. I think we all need to just keep searching for the things we lack.