I don't see much of anything, and the only reason I'm following you at this point is because
1) I believe you're telling the truth, and
2) I've got nothing else to lose.
I've lost friends, family, work, mental health, and any potential for a future I've ever had.
I live in a nightmare world, and I'm constantly fighting the darkness inside and outside of my own head, clinging to some shred of hope that things can maybe change for the better. But I'm weary, and tired of always being disappointed. I don't want to hope any more.
If enemies showed up at my door and killed me tomorrow, it wouldn't matter; I would welcome it. The only reason I don't own a gun myself is because I'd probably plant a bullet between my own eyes, first.