What keeps you alive?

My wife and our dog.

Hope that it will get better?
I have no family, no close friends or anyone that I can rely on. And, no one would be upset if I were to disappear because I am not included in anyone’s close circle. So, the only thing that is keeping me alive is this tiny hope that things may get better.

A few responses resemble what mine are: God, hope for the future, animals. But I think the biggest thing keeping me alive is that I want to change. I want to see myself do accomplish this because at least I would have done something with my life. I'm not particularly skilled or talented, so I've got to do something to make myself happy with myself. Currently, I'm finding that just the thoughtof change is making me happy. I want to see myself happy. I don't think that's too much to ask.

My family and my dog, Daphne, and I always want to wait and see because I would hate to quit today only for the possibility that tomorrow could have been something really great.

Peace and Love

People who don’t suck (especially Papa Bear) .. nature (etc)

And I’m a “stubborn” bear.. Nil bastardi.......

(Meds? No. Pets? No )

The good Lord letting me get up in the morning, and the hopes that things will get better.

I hold on to hope and I tell myself that it WILL get better and that all of this struggle is going to make me a better person. idk where I would be without hope. Life is too difficult

That’s my folly.

Control. I’m certain that I’m somehow in control when I act impulsively but “I” don’t feel “I” when I buy $300 shirts and find that I’m $800-1,500 overdrawn each month.

Sometimes I come here and I think that I’m really just too ****** up to relate to people who have their **** together so well.

******* it. That last sentence makes no sense.

I was flying so high for so long and then I became so much less than superfluous in such a short period of time.

<—me. An adult. Oh, I don’t know. Why, yes, I DO use adult language. I learned to pepper my conversations with adult language. You can be a skinny little kid and you’ll only get in trouble if one of the Sister’s hear you.

What a cool question.......you know, we simply don't take any time to ponder our direction. Like many people, I tend to robot my way through the day - wake up, brush teeth, meds in pocket, work, school pickup, home, dinner. Wash, rinse, repeat. But the odd thing is this - when we *do* get a chance to think about our purpose (or perhaps we stumble upon this thought by accident), we feel sort of empty. What is my purpose? Where am I going? I'm 52, what is left to give? Am I here for the kids? Surely I can't wake up for the benefit of the company. Screw the company! The clock is ticking, what am I doing? Am I at a point in life where I just let the wind blow me where it will? And should I accept this? Or.......is this just life? Am I asking for too much? Should I just embrace the notion that this is my condition? There is nothing else, anything different is just Pollyanna.

I'm not sure what to think. There's a balance between bliss and practicality. Or is there? Maybe our condition is more practical. We fight fight fight for that precious time in which we can be who we want to be. But of course, that time is fleeting and we step back into the practicality of life - bills, schedules, expectations. I dream of a life of "Le Freak, C'est Chic" but I know, and need to accept, that my true condition is one of dad, teacher, mentor, giver. I desperately try to be more selfish and in doing so, brand myself as "selfish" to those who know me.

In the end, perhaps it is my sacrifice that keeps me alive. Perhaps I need to trust in God that He has put me here for a reason, and accept that all my struggles, anger, and self doubt have a place in the higher plan. Who am I to challenge?

My belief that a parent should never have to bury their child. I'm just waiting for my father to die.

i’m to lazy. its never instant so i dont want the painful aftershock of a failed attempt. so i just go on hollow

That I need to stay well for my family.

My husband, my interests, the beauty present in the world. It's true that when I'm depressed the latter two are sometimes hard to see/enjoy, but I know they are always out there. That faith is something I hold onto even in the worst of times.