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The main reason, for me, is because my body continues to function and live. When my body and my depressed psyche don’t want to drive forward toward anything then we don’t. We exist. We pull weeds in the back yard, pet the cats, and do the minimum required to sustain life – pay the bills more or less on time, buy groceries, etc. Some days are better than others. Mostly they’ve been getting better of late.
Sooner or later, of course, my body will cease to be alive. Until then I am. About as simple a reason to live as there is but it works for me.
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