I’m sure this has been said many times here before. But I truly feel I have exhausted all my chances of happiness.  I have chronic pain with no foreseeable diagnosis. Severe anxiety that people just don’t understand.  I most likely have a host of other mental illnesses but I haven’t been able to keep a therapist long enough to diagnose them. I dread every single day. 

And today I thought about it. Really thought hard. And i cannot think of a single reason worth living for.  Nothing. Before, I would cling to the small things.  But life is more than the small things. It’s about managing and working and being productive.   And absolutely nothing appeals to me anymore.  The good no longer outweighs the bad. 

I just cannot handle it.