I voted "don't know." Because, truly, I 'dunno. I'm at least willing to try.
I already have a lot of things that people would want, wish for, or need to live. I would probably say that I have
all of the things, except for money. More money would be nice. I would love to not worry about bills, to be able to take care of myself, to repay favors, spoil loved ones, afford therapy and medication again. Maybe I would be happier then. But when I had the money to afford these things, minus the bills, I still wasn't happy. Even with therapy, and medication (that worked for its intended purpose), love from friends and romantic prospects, attention and care, familial support, a privileged lifestyle in general, I still wasn't happy. I still wanted to die. I'm still not happy, and I still want to die.
So, I guess sometimes I just feel broken beyond repair. Like I have too many fragmented parts and too many deep cracks to fill and fix. But I can still be something new, so there's always a chance.
I'm always going to be who I am, though. I'll always have my diagnosis and I'll need to rely on medication forever to stabilize my moods. I'll probably always want to die simply because that's a part of my life's ups and downs. I'll always feel crazy and like I want to rip myself out of my skin, like I'm not really a person among the people that I'm always around. Sometimes I think the real question is whether a life like that is really worth it for me, because no matter how "good" things get and no matter how much things "progress," I don't get better, I'm not convinced that living is worth it…