I have fixed a hard date for myself - unless there is any improvement in my life over the next month; well, that's it. I'll check out.
Because I am a writer by nature I have started a daily journal between now and D-Day. Which is both psychologically useful and morbidly amusing.
When you have a clock ticking, everything snaps into focus.
My husband committed suicide. Monday would have been his birthday.
This is BY FAR the most ignorant, insensitive, absurd thing I've read all day. And apparently, according to the comments, this isn't your first time seeking attention, because, that's obviously all this is. Feel better now?
I'm blocking you. I can't believe you would post something like this on a forum like this.
I think life is an opportunity. It is relatively short anyway. It used to 'nasty, brutish and short'. Now it's better but our minds are so sophisticated we tend to criticise what might be the best of times. Good writers usually have read avidly. We don't even need to read books to make favourable comparisons with many other people's lives around the world. TV news can confirm it every day.
In other words, stick with it. Read a wonderful book. Visit a rose garden. Buy a latté.
But maybe you have very particular reasons for feeling the way you do and I guess we'll hear about them soon.