Is it normal to ask "why live?"
Instead of asking myself, why should I kill myself (or, "Why die?"), I find myself growing towards the question, "Why live?" The difference is that when you ask "Why die?", you have reasons to live, and you're thinking of finding reasons to die. When you ask "Why live?", you're struggling to find anything to live for. (If you can make sense of this, good for you.) I still think of committing suicide every so often, but there's someone that is keeping me from doing that, because we need each other. So don't worry, I'll never actually do it. I'm too much of a coward anyway. Still, is it normal to struggle to find things to live for?