This. Said perfectly. "Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."
My pursuit is off-track by a few thousand miles. I don't even know what road I walk these days. The interstate to nowhere. I've stopped my suicidal behavior because despite dozens of failed attempts, I have come to the conclusion that I simply cannot kill myself using traditional methods. For some reason I cannot be the one to end my life, so I've accepted that and am trying to do the best with what I'm given, but I still feel the empty black hole void inside me where Happiness and Love used to thrive and filled that void, made me Free and Alive. I feel trapped too. Lonely as hell, even in a room full of people.
Depressed as fuck and I ruined my longest time off opioids since I can remember, I made it over 30 days, then I stopped counting and relapsed <snip> and I just am so sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. I miss the inspiration and carefree sensation of being in a long-term relationship that built my character to the man I am today, and in kind, when it ended, I was ruined. Codependent as fuck I guess, I've just always wished for unconditional love. I had it, I blew it, I lost it. Makes me wonder all the time about stuff like "You don't know what you had til it's gone" and "Is it better to have love lost or to have never loved at all?". My friend Julian (XXXYYY) just died, I was really close to him and his death has taken a big toll on my stability and wellbeing.
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