I'm 47. I'm slim, fit, reasonably clever, good-looking ("for my age")
I have a good-ish job in an interesting place
I'm in a dead marriage. We live under the same roof, parent, get along fine.
I feel like I don't want to live any more.
I just don't see much of a point, apart from upsetting people for a bit. Well in truth I don't want to damage my children
everyone else would (apart from my lovely sister) be ok.
At what point though. Do you just.
I know there are people out there, clinging to life by any means available. Suffering through all sorts of pain. Amazing people.
I'm not amazing. I'm not amazing. There's nothing wrong with me that you can point to.
For me, I just feel dead inside, that I have no hope for joy any more. And there's no point.