"I think about dying but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There's so to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it."
I won't give up, I will fight for 'us' til my last dying breath. You and I are meant to be together. You need space you got it, I will be here for you when you want to talk or whatever it is you need. I love you and that's a fact.
I can and will help, but you'll need to put in honest effort or you'll never make any progress. The climbing never stops. You can only chose in what direction and in what way you climb, but the only time you stop is when you die.