Joel,
I've read your posts in the past and we've exchanged a few. All though no one here knows your circumstances as well as you do, I think I know at least the general direction your coming from.
I've been at this point questioning the pros and cons of continued existence right after my divorce. I was bitter, dissapointed, and pissed off at the injustises I saw heaped upon my life. The more people tried to reasure me of the value of my continued existence the less I heard. From my perspective they all sounded so insincere. No matter what they said, all I heard was their desperate need not to have my death on their concience. They sounded so selfish.
I was pissed that all the hard work I had put into this life had just seemd to have gotten me nowhere, and all of these selfish assholes who wanted me to continue to suffer so they wouldn't have to deal with my death. It felt like they were just trying to lay one more guilt trip on me that I didn't need. I was ready for it all to end.
I decided that the one concession I would make to the feelings of my friends and family, was that I would do it somewhere that where a stranger would find me, and notify the authorities. I went to a public park in a nearby town with a full bottle of valium with the intent of taking the whole thing.
While I was sitting on a bench in the park looking at the bottle of pills I saw a little boy of about two or three plaing in the grass. No toys or anything, just running around and sometimes spinning in circles. I noticed him mom standing a ways off. She looked to be a piece of work, torn nasty looking clothes, hair that looked it hadn't been washed in a week. She looked like she was trying to do a drug deal or something with some biker guys.
I looked at the little boy and thought "What a stupid little fuck, doesn't even have a clue what a load of shit life has in store for him, if he did we wouldn't be having such a great time." Then I looked at him again, and thought he doesn't care because he doesn't know. His skanky ass mom is off trying to score some dope, he probably lives in some hell hole dive, but he's running and spinning and has a huge ass grin on his face. This kid was happy for no reason whatsoever I could see.
That's when things started to make sense to me a little bit to me. I can't realy describe it, but I sort of realized what people who meditate mean when the talk about "living in the now". This kid was definatley living in the now.
Focus on the things that bring you pleasure right now and do them. For me at that moment it was going to the nearest fast food joint and eating the biggest greasiest cheesburger I could get, and thinking just how good it tasted. I decided not to worry about my happiness tomorrow or the next day, or the day after that. Fuck tomorrow, because today is all you have have. Everytime I slide down into that dark place, I think about what I can do to bring myself a little pleasure and then focus on it, and tomorrow will take care of it's self.
I'm not saying that is the right thing for you Joel. I just wanted you to know I've been there too. I haven't shared this part of my life with anyone here before, but thought it might be of some help. My email is open dude, drop me a note with your phone number and we can talk.
Anton