To be honest, I've never sought help or tried to recover. I've never wanted a therapist to convince me to find pleasure in what I consider disgusting regardless, because this existence is disgusting. I don't believe there are happy people in the world; I think happiness is another lie told to make what is actually rotten more palatable. There's nothing holding me back, there's no wavering in my mind between wanting to exist and never wanting to exist again. My will is always the same: I have no desire to exist, and there are no ups or downs, there never have been.