Yes, I most certainly do feel broken beyond repair. The messed up part is that I'm not even sad or angry about it, I'm just done. I've given things a year to absolutely no avail whatsoever despite my quality of life improving significantly in the process. I truly do not believe that anything this existence provides will remedy this and I'm wise enough to know that is the case whether I ignore reality or not. I could live in a multi-million dollar mansion with my wife on an island with a yacht and take regular vacations to anywhere in the world at any given time and I'd still be miserable, it would be nothing more than bandaging a bullet wound at this point and I've quintessentially "had it" by this point. I have a beautiful wife who is younger than me, our financial outlook is currently looking very good, our sex life is phenomenal, our debts are vanishing before our eyes, everything is markedly improving but I am not even though I usually ignore my sadness in regards to living in this flesh suit and everything pertaining to such.
Not even a miracle could convince me that being on this planet any longer would be a good idea and yet here I still am, my SN on hand and me considering whether I should just ingest it or not but with me inevitably choosing to "wait and see" because I just lack the push necessary to take the plunge and instead have resigned myself to just dipping my toes into the pool that is nothingness while faking it until I make it in this life we humans created for ourselves that amounts to a fabricated reality that is as hollow of an existence as it possibly gets.
Death is the only gift I am keen on receiving at this point, the only thing of any substance. I love my wife, I truly do; more than anything else on this planet. I just wonder some days whether or not that love is enough to keep me here and I can't answer if such is the case with any real resolve.