I really tried. I worked incredibly hard to improve my situations. I had hope.
Now all the doors that offered hope have closed.
I'm too sick to work. I am utterly alone. I'm almost 60, so I've become invisible. I've lost all my friends... and more than anything, noticing the repeat patterns that stem from childhood trauma that inexorably repeat despite 35 years of inner WORK, show me that it's all downhill. No doors are opening.
And really, what is quality of life when you're old, alone, without any social life, have an untreatable, invisible, disabling illness that no one understands, and horrible, horrible PTSD that only gets worse. Oh, and no money. No resources that could open doors. No one who loves me.
I would be happy if my life had ended 20 years ago. Or earlier. Now I'm just watching tv to distract myself until I can die.