The issue here is that I definately have it, I definately want a way to cope, and going to church, spending at least an hour in the gym, learning, and doing volunteer work at the food warehouse don't quite seal the deal here.
I still hate life, not my life, just life in general. I'm only happy when I'm asleep. I haven't even smoked for 3 weeks (too much risk). My ex roomate had the same problem, the difference being his coping mechanism consisted of x-box 360, mountain dew, and hot pockets day in and day out. In other words he just gave up on doing anything useful. My mom copes with having 10 kids (unappreciative kids I might add) and I don't know how she does it, being a mormon must help her, but I honestly couldn't do the things she does and cope. Maybe this could be a thread on coping skills, I'm not a complete hardhead, I listen. I just get defensive when people insinuate that I'm taking a free ride with my vet status, I don't even tell the people I volunteer with that I'm a veteran, just random people on the internet.