I've done all the "right things" and had a lot of luck. I'm in a way better place then where I started, but I still feels so hollow. I finally feel recovered from trauma, it's turned to bitter memories. There's no new clarity or zest for life. It's all just bitter and hollow. And don't get me wrong I have ton to live for. I have tons to look forward to and strive for and hope to achieve. But I still don't enjoy living in general. I just don't. I still don't know if living is worth all the despair. Maybe one day it will be. I really don't know


Just venting, thanks.