My old therapist used to tell me that "There was a lot to live for. The question is, What is there to die for?" That being said, He is no longer my therapist, and since he QUIT me, I have questioned a lot that he said to me.
I do think there are a lot of things to live for, but it is really hard to see in the depth of depression. You know how people say optimistic people are wearing "rose colored glasses". I think depressed people are wearing blind folds: All we see is darkness.
My husband is my life. He has high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and is a brittle diabetic. I know that he won't last much longer. He is only 42, but will most likely die before he is 50. I don't know what I will do without him, and I have had more therapy about this issue than you can imagine. I figure since he is my reason now to live, after he is gone, I will not have a reason.
In order to get through my day to day, bump and grind, I really do take one day at a time/ When that doesn't work, I take one hour at a time, and trust me, there are times that I take one minute at a time.
Hang in there, and if nothing else, live for all of us.
bren