A few months back one of my buddies who is a veteran and has PTSD was in a really dark place. I spent quite a few nights telling him that life was worth living. He had a couple of really bad breakdowns and I was in the position of making the call for him to be taken to the hospital and ultimately placed in an inpatient psychiatric program. I worried a lot if I made the right call or not. He's now learned a lot of really great coping strategies and is in a much better place. He's happy and he thanked me for helping him go to the hospital and get a regular therapist. He's doing really well and believes in a better future now. That really warms me, knowing I did the right thing in a scary situation for my friend and that he's better and happier for it. And that theres hope to come back from even the darkest spots. Goodluck OP, I'm here if you need to talk.