DD is off to uni in a couple of weeks. She's my only child, and I'm so proud of her. But it's really hitting me hard how lonely I'm going to be, which is my own fault entirely. I have no partner - I had a lovely husband but threw it all away - and no friends, which again is my fault. I have no real interests, and currently spend my days off work in bed, purely because I can't be bothered to actually do anything.
I do have depression, and it appears my meds aren't working quite as well as they should do, but that doesn't really make me feel any better. I'm 39, and am about to embark on a life of microwave meals for one, because I know there's no chance I'll be bothered to cook just for me.
This really wasn't the life I imagined I'd have.