The first thing that came to mind was "I used to be this guy."
And I was. I was successful, eloquent, well kept. I flew business class around the world, made a ton of money, got the pretty girls, wore the Rolex. My life was in perfect order. And then came the disease and my life started to spiral out of control. That was 17 years ago, and it is slowly getting worse. Since then, I have been ideating suicide on an almost daily basis, and the is absolutely no place where I can talk about it freely.
I genuinley wish you, tanto culo (or whatever your nick is) that you will never have to end up here. Know that being in control of your life is but an assumption belief, and as soon as this minute you might get hit by a (metaphorical) truck. And then you will understand why we are here.
Until then, I highly recommend to stop talking about things you have no idea about.