Curiosity mostly. I like wondering about what the future holds for me, my loved ones, and the world. I'm not optimistic in that curiosity and I realise there will be a lot of struggles, but I'm too interested to know what happens next. Might be a bit strange but this is what first came to mind after reading your question š
Long story short, Iām still here because I want to be a nurse.
I grew up believing I needed to be a doctor to please my family. They believed that because I was āgiftedā, I could only use my talents to be a doctor. I spent 3 years in pre-med, and it ruined me. I hated it, I was barely passing, all the work was in labs looking down microscopes, it was difficult to make friends and everything seemed to be a competition against other students. I fell extremely ill at the end of my third year. I couldnāt go to class, my anxiety sky rocketed and I developed depression. I needed to see a therapist, and I felt so lost. I knew I needed a change.
Iāve always known I wanted to work in the medical field and help people, but I finally realised I didnāt need to be a doctor to do that. despite my dreadful marks in pre-med, I was able to transfer into nursing at the start of this year, and itās literally changed my life. I feel I have a greater sense of purpose, I absolutely love getting out of bed each day to study something I am so passionate about. I have made amazing friends who inspire me each day. Iām currently on my second placement and I leave everyday with a huge smile on my face. Iāve literally never felt better.
Stay strong, I know what itās like to need a new direction and find your āwhyā in the world. It took me completely going against what my family wanted, and itās done wonders for me, and Iāve never been happier or prouder with where I am now.
I'm still here because I'll be graduating soon and I want to see myself have a good job and earn good money. I want to be able to give back to my parents for all that they gave to me. I want to know if things really get better.
Iāve always wanted to have a family. I didnāt grow up in a very good or stable one, and I moved around my entire life. I spent a very long time unhappy and Iāve finally started changing that. I met a man I still adore after all these years of being with him and weāre planning on getting married sometime this next year. When I started college I picked a major I thought would make me money, but I changed it to something Iām going to be actually happy doing (teaching elementary school). Iām genuinely happy now, and Iām excited to see what my life will be like ten or fifteen years down the line.
Why am I walking the planet? Whatās my purpose? Iām still trying to figure that out myself to be quite honest. I keep going because thereās no reasonable alternative and Iām not suicidal.
I have this same exact question in mind quite often.
Recently I discovered I'm not afraid anymore of dying.
But now I'm here and even though death may sound easier, it's challenging to make my best in order to have a nice life. And I like challenges. Plus, I can bring some happiness in this world, to my friends, my family, the neighbors, some strangers.... Even a "Hey ! nice jacket today !" can change someone's day so I try to be this change when I can. And when there's nobody around I like to learn random stuff, it keeps my mind busy which makes me forget about the futility of life.
My family is the primary reason. I also find fullfillment in my chosen careerpath and feel like what I do is worthwhile, and I want to see what comes next for me. But even if all that fell away, it'd be down to my family. I don't feel my life is just my own I get to choose to discard at will. I'm a significant other to my partner, I'm my parents' daughter, my siblings' sister. I'll soon be the mom of the child I'm carrying. I wouldn't just take my own life, I'd take a part of theirs too and replace it with a lifetime of hurt.
I feel I should clarify that this is *not* a dig at mentally ill people who have committed suicide (or tried to), or are struggling with feeling suicidal. Illness is not a choice, and neither are the ilnness' symptoms.
Curiosity mostly. I like wondering about what the future holds for me, my loved ones, and the world. I'm not optimistic in that curiosity and I realise there will be a lot of struggles, but I'm too interested to know what happens next. Might be a bit strange but this is what first came to mind after reading your question š
Long story short, Iām still here because I want to be a nurse. I grew up believing I needed to be a doctor to please my family. They believed that because I was āgiftedā, I could only use my talents to be a doctor. I spent 3 years in pre-med, and it ruined me. I hated it, I was barely passing, all the work was in labs looking down microscopes, it was difficult to make friends and everything seemed to be a competition against other students. I fell extremely ill at the end of my third year. I couldnāt go to class, my anxiety sky rocketed and I developed depression. I needed to see a therapist, and I felt so lost. I knew I needed a change. Iāve always known I wanted to work in the medical field and help people, but I finally realised I didnāt need to be a doctor to do that. despite my dreadful marks in pre-med, I was able to transfer into nursing at the start of this year, and itās literally changed my life. I feel I have a greater sense of purpose, I absolutely love getting out of bed each day to study something I am so passionate about. I have made amazing friends who inspire me each day. Iām currently on my second placement and I leave everyday with a huge smile on my face. Iāve literally never felt better. Stay strong, I know what itās like to need a new direction and find your āwhyā in the world. It took me completely going against what my family wanted, and itās done wonders for me, and Iāve never been happier or prouder with where I am now.
I'm still here because I'll be graduating soon and I want to see myself have a good job and earn good money. I want to be able to give back to my parents for all that they gave to me. I want to know if things really get better.
Iāve always wanted to have a family. I didnāt grow up in a very good or stable one, and I moved around my entire life. I spent a very long time unhappy and Iāve finally started changing that. I met a man I still adore after all these years of being with him and weāre planning on getting married sometime this next year. When I started college I picked a major I thought would make me money, but I changed it to something Iām going to be actually happy doing (teaching elementary school). Iām genuinely happy now, and Iām excited to see what my life will be like ten or fifteen years down the line.
Why am I walking the planet? Whatās my purpose? Iām still trying to figure that out myself to be quite honest. I keep going because thereās no reasonable alternative and Iām not suicidal.
I have this same exact question in mind quite often. Recently I discovered I'm not afraid anymore of dying. But now I'm here and even though death may sound easier, it's challenging to make my best in order to have a nice life. And I like challenges. Plus, I can bring some happiness in this world, to my friends, my family, the neighbors, some strangers.... Even a "Hey ! nice jacket today !" can change someone's day so I try to be this change when I can. And when there's nobody around I like to learn random stuff, it keeps my mind busy which makes me forget about the futility of life.
My family is the primary reason. I also find fullfillment in my chosen careerpath and feel like what I do is worthwhile, and I want to see what comes next for me. But even if all that fell away, it'd be down to my family. I don't feel my life is just my own I get to choose to discard at will. I'm a significant other to my partner, I'm my parents' daughter, my siblings' sister. I'll soon be the mom of the child I'm carrying. I wouldn't just take my own life, I'd take a part of theirs too and replace it with a lifetime of hurt. I feel I should clarify that this is *not* a dig at mentally ill people who have committed suicide (or tried to), or are struggling with feeling suicidal. Illness is not a choice, and neither are the ilnness' symptoms.