I'm single mum of 2, will be 41 in June. Moved 2 years ago to England. Alone. Divorsed. Mostly feel like I'm alone on whole planet. Yes, I do sports, never drink alcohol. Each month is survival, rent, bills. Dont remember what is to go for shopping, all my shopping is food. Afraid of tomorrow. Got noone to talk, thinking sometimes to end this life tbh. Feeling complete loser with no joy in life, only responsebilities, duties. As well having body dismorphobia, hate my appearance and personality as well. I got no money for therapy. And sometimes I ask myself - this is it? Life is over for me and all I deserve is only this kind of existance? Getting old... scares me to death. But I feel like inside I am much much older than 41.