I can't understand why wanting to die is considered to be wrong. I don't mean to insult anybody when I say this but I can't see the point in anyone's life, not just my own. We're born, do stuff that is pointless in the grand scheme of things and then die. People we meet along the way are going to die too so being close to them will hurt us in the end and that grief far outweighs the good times in my opinion.
I feel really alive but there's this heaviness in my chest that won't go away. They both cancel each other out leaving me with an indifferent numb feeling. I don't know if this is a side effect of fluoxetine or it's desired effect or neither.