I seem to find my way through life, one way another. I wouldn't say I'm happy or even content most of the time. In fact, I find existence to often be a massive drain. I can't describe it, its almost as if going through the motions of life wears me out completely and utterly. I have been really close to killing myself in the past but somehow I am still standing and I am proud of that in some sense. It also scares me sometimes because the idea of fighting this fight for another sixty years or so is daunting to say the least.
Basically I just try to get through each day, and live for the things which make me happy.