I don't know if there's meaning in this world. I'm inclined to think there isn't. Life was an extremely unlikely and tragic coincidence that started down in some deep sea hydrothermal vent. And things started taking their course ever since. Living things, starting with microbes, started evolving, becoming ever more complex and intelligent. But the cost is that ultimately nature selected for things like brain, cognition, self-awareness, and pain, and when you put this soup together in an unfeeling world with lots of wrongs, lots of people won't be happy.
How is living a life full of pain then dying better than dying earlier?
I've been searching for an effective treatment for seven years. I tried psychotherapy, a dozen medications, esketamine, TMS, accelerated TMS, ECT, psilocybin. Nothing worked. Am I gonna be crippled and mentally tortured for the rest of my life? What's all of this for?
I'm happy to see some people happy. But lots, if not most, of us struggle through the everyday life (even in this modern world). When will society wake up and realize that we shouldn't stigmatize people who don't want to suffer all of their lives? Who have tried everything but couldn't overcome their obstacles?