There's something special about you though, man, and it makes all the difference between us and the pile of corpses that ended up overdosing. They were someone's brothers, mothers, fathers, sisters. They were someone's loved ones. We're still here, breathing and living our lives. Don't underestimate that. Think about all the times we could have unintentionally overdosed, or we could have succeeded at a suicide attempt: fact is, we didn't.
Don't give up so easily buddy.
I still want to kill myself a lot but the thoughts are basically gone, which is amazing because I only foresaw it getting worse, not better.
I'm finding a lot of meaning and joy in work, education, "other people" (I couldn't get that out without quotes mark cj; you know me, you know that was a joke) but it's true. I think I'm starting to come "full circle" back to what it was all meant to be about. Having good times, making good friends, telling some good stories and hearing some even better ones from other people. Wondering what we're all really here for on planet Earth, struggling with absurdism and finding acceptance in the lack of meaning in our continual pursuit of it. You know?
I meet a lot of people who are deeply intelligent and are struggling, paycheck to paycheck, and a lot of them have pieced their lives together after disaster, addiction, prison or what not. I think you have to realize there's an unfathomably large number of people in our very situations. If "very few" of us make it, that's still a lot of people who get out of this mess. You can't think of "very few get out of this" and think your odds are numbered low. It's not like that. It's just that there's a lot of dead bodies along the way, a lot of incarceration and a lot of relapse. You don't have to follow other people's mistakes, you can be a leader in doing what's right for your life.
Always believe in yourself, at the very least because I do. The average person is a moron and you've got your head screwed on right. That means a LOT in this world.