I am 51 years old. This is not about fleeting moments of sadness or bad days or a broken and lonely heart. I have family that loves me, friends and a good job. I have no reason to be sad and miserable, but I am. I am tired and bored and depressed. I no longer have any fight in me, no desire, no hope of better days to come. The thought of living another twenty years, another ten or even another year is nearly unbearable to me. Life for some of us was never meant to be long. For whatever reason, some of us just […]
