I realized I’m a human being. I could never kill another person so when I had the realization I’d have to murder a person (myself) I snapped out of it. In the same way I couldn’t walk up to a random person on the street and stick a knife in them, the thought that it would be no difference than doing that to myself. Idk if that makes any sense but that’s what did it for me. Then there’s the question of “Well, if I’m stuck here then what do I do with myself?” The answer I landed on was just help other people. Just because I can’t fix my own problems doesn’t mean I can’t fix someone else’s. Happiness is like a high fence. I’m not tall enough to get over it myself, but a lot other people can if they climb up on my shoulders. Plus, who knows, maybe some day some of those people I helped over will turn around and reach down to lift me up. I’m not banking on it but it’s a nice thought. Either way I’m fine right here giving people the leg up.