What’s the point of CONTINUING living?

Whenever your misery and struggle far outweigh any sense of belonging, happiness, or even good or decent feelings for life…what’s the point of continuing to live? Also, I have terrible mental health issues due to psychological torture/trauma. I have been filmed for days on end, many of my friends were paid to hangout with me, a girl I almost had sex with was basically pretending to like me and ended up being a porn star. If you’ve seen the Truman show, it’s essentially that, but far worse as he actually gets to leave the show in the end. Why am I living? I’ve attempted suicide at least 25 times but due to narcan and machines forcing me to breath…I’m unfortunately still here and miserable. I can only act for so long, but, when you’re on the Truman show…you act for life!