Because someone needs my help.
As a JW -- you can relate -- I truly believed that what everyone really needed was the kingdom hope and its eventual reality. You know, the hope that does not lead to disappointment. Of course, if anyone needed practical help with a task or getting through some difficulty, most of us realized that was part of being a helpful and caring friend (or family member).
At nearly seventy years of age -- no, I didn't enter the promised kingdom in my healthful and vibrant youth -- my getting out of bed isn't so bad. It's mustering strength for work that's the challenge. Fortunately, the required jobs I continue to do aren't too strenuous. Walking a dog, feeding a Guinea pig, picking up a client's mail, etc. are all small but needed services. My clients really do appreciate me and I appreciate their trust in me.
What I really wanted to get to was how we support one another, here on the forum and outside, one-on-one, with flesh-and-blood human beings. I appreciated the replies to my two recent threads on suicide and had to tell you that our words do matter.
A friend, on the verge of ending it all due to monumental familial dysfunction, told me that she has reconsidered that permanent solution to a temporary (?!?!?!?!?) problem because of a conversation we had had. Like me, she is responsible for the well-being of others, some of whom show a gross lack of concern for her needs and feelings. In any event, we both concluded that we have to hang in there and do our jobs. It was so gratifying for her to tell me that she had received the needed wherewithal to carry on.
Blessings and peace to all of you, my dear friends.