“Life is meant to be lived, but is it worth living for?”
If I’m feeling hopeless, how can I find a way to endure? Is it possible that life also holds moments of joy amidst the suffering and adversity?
As a child, I never feared death, but now I find myself worried about living. I need to figure out how to navigate this place that doesn’t feel like home, and perhaps discover ways to make it feel more welcoming.
How can I allow myself to exist in this harsh world where everything seems so unjust, misinterpreted, and unworthy of existence?
While I’m trying to convince myself that life is worth living, I realize that ultimately, death may be the greatest comfort I need.
Imagine a world filled with understanding individuals who take the time to connect with you and recognize what you’re experiencing in your life.
Picture a home that fosters positivity and support, where feelings of empowerment and life are nurtured rather than negativity. A place where everyone encourages one another to thrive and embrace hope.
Although I often find a way to get through each day, I wonder if I should embrace the opportunity to thrive despite my circumstances.
Is it still right for me to let myself face this unfair and terrible world?
Or should I allow myself to love death in order to be free from all the suffering this world brings?
They say life is meant to be lived, but is it really worth living for?
