I’m speaking about suicide. When should I throw in the towel? Delusions of grandeur kept me alive all these years. I thought that life would turn around for me and make the past thirty years worth living. But I see it for what it is, a coping mechanism. It’s becoming increasingly apparent that some people get dealt a raw deal and life and that it’s just the way it is. There is no happy ending for everyone, no matter how *positive* you think.
At what point should I just give up? I feel like I have exhausted all avenues, and can barely get through each day. […]