I’m 52, I have severe mental illness, I haven’t worked for my living in twenty years, I have a son that I never see. I live alone and have virtually no friends anymore.
I don’t listen to music, I can barely keep my house clean, I don’t cook anymore, I am on the internet all the time because I’ve really got nothing else.
I have N, I am storing it for future use, I don’t want to upset my mother so I’m trying to hold on until she passes.
Should I not be here? Sorry I am not some guy hanging out with his mates in a virtual […]