I feel like that’s my future assuming I can hang onto my sanity.
I have Lupus & am on Cymbalta, Xanax, & 2 opioids.
I have had these problems since I was 17. So it’s not caused by the meds. I recently went off Zoloft with no noticeable change. I’m 59 now & don’t see any kind of future.
The big questions keep intruding-what’s the point of my existence? Why does anything matter?, etc. The BIG ONES. I have faith but it’s wavering & I’m fighting hard to maintain my contact with God. It’s really damn hard to believe that with all the people in the world that I matter.
Does God care about someone who doesn’t even care about themselves? I was raised with, “God helps those who help themselves”. Depression has taken away my desire to try.
I have a son who’s very sweet, but he’s a 30 yr. old guy (he lives with me & takes care of necessities for his room & board).
This is hard for him to deal with so he avoids me. And, he’s the only one I’m staying alive for at this point.
Please, I need everyone’s BEST advice or someone who could be a daily pen pal
I’m just hanging on.
Thanks.