@ThatPeachSnake That doesn’t have to be “getting old.” But it is definitely what being ill can be like sometimes.
I’m quite ill and a lot of days are like that. It’s lonely. I have no energy. But no, old age does NOT have to be like that. Look at Blue Zones. They’re places where people routinely live, in good health, until over 100. Studies show all of them do some of the same things, and they’re things you can start doing at 30, and do for the rest of your life to guarantee a better outcome.
I know you have very specific fears. But the problem is that fear is a moving target. Once a fear happens, you don’t become less afraid, but usually MORE afraid. That’s why it’s so insidious and it taints everything.
I’m 40. Objectively, I’ve survived all the things you fear. The people who raised me, who understood me and always supported me, are dead of old age. I have no family. My husband left me because I was ill and married my mate from university. And sometime in the next few years, I’ll die. I could sit here every day and just sob, if I focused on it all. Instead… two years ago, I went on Tinder, made my profile photo me throwing up in hospital, said I was looking for men and women, and put in my profile in large letters that I was dying, no sex, and I needed friends in Edinburgh (I live in Geneva). Now I have a best friend. I spent last summer with him. Yes, I spent the whole thing on the couch or in bed, but it doesn’t matter - you have to keep living. The alternative sucks (unless you’re ready for it).
Right now, I’m JUST like you. Been sick for a month, and sick as a dog for a week and a half. And yes, illness makes me angry and cranky and grumpy, and I’m lonely. But it doesn’t make me fear death. It makes me desperate to live the (admittedly small) life I have left.
I hope you find a trigger that makes you feel the same.