The Currency of Happenis

I've been trying to find things to be happy about--things to feel grateful for, things to make it all better, and I've obviously been at somewhat of a loss for quite a while. It's been hard to even just STAND our lives, and I've begun to realize both of us are literally just waiting to die. I told Don this this morning while I was reading, trying to absorb another book full of help for myself but realizing something just hasn't clicked in there--because nothing has really seemed to speak to ME, specifically, but sure, you can pull helpful elements out of anything if you just try hard enough. I told him..."you realize both of us are literally in a pattern of waiting to die, that's all either one of us is doing right now." We've been paralyzed so long by our own inability to make shit happen that it seems we will just languish and die in this apartment--maybe me going first and him going right after due to no natural causes but his inability to tolerate the world, too. He told me now that he knows exactly how shitty everyone in the world is after the election that ...