Life kinda is precious... And I'd argue that most people here do need help. I think it's once you've exhausted all levels of help that continuing just isn't feasible. If someone is chronically ill physically and medication no longer helps, you put them on hospice. Or - in more progressive countries - there is assisted suicide. Why should we be treated with any less dignity?
I am currently on my last ditch effort for help. I'd like to be here if life can get better, but I'm just not sure anymore. I got better once and got off my meds, so I'm hoping my genuine efforts in this can help me want to stay. As of now, my life is amazing on paper, but I'm drowning. I'd like to experience the good on paper without the crushing mental illness, but we shall see. I am planning on one year of intensive therapy and psychiatric help. I feel this is a reasonable time to notice a drastic improvement as I'm having professional help multiple times a week. If in one year I am still going to bed every night praying to any god who will listen that I don't wake up, I have plans to end it. If in another year from then I have another relapse in mental health, I will also end it. What is the point of staying if life is mostly misery, even with fleeting moments of happiness? I do not fear death, only dying painfully. Quality of life is everything, and I would have exhausted every resource by that point.
I hope for happiness for all of you, whether happiness is finally finding recovery, or it's finally ending the pain that you put your honest efforts into fixing.
Godspeed, captains.