It sucks being in limbo, half-way between suicidality and actually wanting to live.
There are no easy answers I'm afraid, at least that I know of. Life isn't
inherently meaningful. You have to grab hold of something (or someone!) and live for that.
Whether you believe that not being able to CtB means you must therefore have a reason to live, or just that
"you might as well live" there's no right or wrong answer.
The hard part, which I am also struggling with rn, is actually
choosing to live. It sounds like such trite bullshit, like "thanks Im cured!", but there's no better way of putting it. If you're looking for dark clouds and sadness you'll always be able to find it, but if you look for rays of sunshine and for feelings of happiness, comfort, safety, or whatever it is you need, you at least allow yourself the
chance to find them.
Life is a mixture of good and bad. I wont lie, there' SO much bad stuff in life, but there are little bits of good too - things that can make it worthwhile. Its hard work finding the good, especially for people like us with mental health issues, but if you can practise it and give life a chance you can find stuff that will make life worth living.