I won't go into the details that led up to this event (I'm using a throwaway account for a reason!), but basically I had all of my dreams in life shattered and then I dealt with the Department of Justice for a year. The long-term stress robbed me of any self-confidence.
I finally got over it last year when I started doing small kind gestures for the people I care about. Volunteering to run errands. Cleaning the dishes. Anything to convince myself with concrete examples that people are happier that I'm around. Anything to justify not committing suicide.
And it worked, until last week when I suddenly started feeling anxious and depressed for no discernible reason. Being kind to others doesn't seem to have the same effect this time around, so before my condition gets any worse, I'd like to ask the community what reasons they have for continuing to live. Maybe I can figure out why I feel so crappy and pre-emptively stave off those inner demons.