I’m beginning to learn that nothing, not even life, is inherently valuable. Value is perceived. If you give something value, only then is it valuable. A bar of gold means nothing to dog; it’s just a rock. Once we give meaning to things only then is it important. I struggle with suicidal thoughts, sometimes believing that my life is meaningless. But to my family and friends I am important. So I stay for them. They alone have given my life value, so I guess one could say that I am valuable. Maybe that is enough for now.