I pray to die every day. However I try to still trust that there is some reason for this insanity called my life. Maybe it will work out. Â Maybe not. And maybe (crossing my fingers) when I go to sleep tonight I won’t have to wake up ever again… that sounds so wonderful to me. I think I am done…
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Sorry to pry, but why do your kids have no respect for you? And why does your ex think you’re crazy?
I’m not you, but I know what it’s like to wish for death every day – and be desperate for some accident to occur that leaves me “tragically” dead. However, perhaps by leaving your death to fate, you’re also hoping that there is a chance that things will turn around to an extent which is great enough to erase your daily death-wish for at least a moment? Of course I can’t speak for you there.
Being 58 and searching for a job is hard. Being artist or a writer with no renowned reputation is even harder. If you’re not financially troubled, you could always do some volunteer work for a good cause (since you love to help people) or you could see if you can find a job as a art teacher (although probably outside of the school domain), anything too physical is probably out of the question.. and will probably make you feel worse than you already do at this age..
Hope a bit of light manages to find you soon.