All the time.
Purpose for me to be here and suffer, unclear.
Close brushes with death, often wonder why I was spared. Have no inkling often wished I hadn't been spared.
Not sure of why I am even here - breathing - doing - working - surviving.
Purpose? No clue.
Suicidal thoughts - indeed...
Agreed - the world has taken a massive turn for the worst. People are not friendly any more, everyone is self centered and it seems the American Dream has died. I'm tired of this merry go round. I want off.