Does Gilbert O’Sullivan’s record Alone Again Nauturally resonate with anyone else? Old song but I feel it.
Why are depression and anxiety bedfellows? An unfunny Laurel and Hardy. Why me? I’m 62. I’ve done my stint with them. I’ve hung on. Just. They’ve ruined what could’ve been a fulfilling useful life. Locusts; the pair of them. Now a sad lonely old useless man. Wish they’d go. I’ve nothing left to give them save the obvious. They’ve sucked the life out of me. Destroyed me. But I’m hanging on. Worse for loads of others. That kind of emphasises my own pathetic uselessness.
Feel alone. I need someone to talk to.
I want to be normal again
Anxiety when you’re alone.
You're not alone. I promise.
