It seems all too easy to fixate on what's broken, rather than what's working. Yes, we are "trapped" inside of our mind, but we are also free within it. It grants us this shitty noise inside of our heads, and yes it can be the faciliator of the most horrible pain, but it also allows us to experience the greatest pleasures, such as love for the ones that matter. The only thing left to decide is whether it's worth it.
Sorry, incoherent ramblings of someone who only had 3 hours of sleep due to a spike, but I felt like I needed to highlight this point, as it seems a bit hard to remember sometimes.