I’ve had problems for most of my life, now in my sixties, and recently retired. All my life I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to die, but, to live you have to eat, keep a home going and all that entails, and, well, live. And so, I just kept my head down and did what I had to.
Now whenever I go to bed at night I think about, at my age, the fact that there are so many age-related health-problems that could strike at any time, and that scares me. Not being in control, scares. There’s no such thing as an easy death is there.
How insane is this? I don’t want to live because I’m scared of dying. Aren’t we all? I guess.
On the basis that I’m never going to take my life, I’m to much of a coward. I just wish I could walk out of my house, out of my town, and never look back. My only hope, I think, is to start afresh somewhere else and quietly see out my time.
But I can’t do it alone. Self-confidence nil. Self-esteem ditto.
Who do you talk to when you don’t know who to talk to?
Who do you trust when you don’t know how to trust?
This is not a covid related rant and how can I walk into my doctor’s surgery with all this lock-down stuff going on?
I feel like a fraud, I don’t want to be accused of wasting their time, and should I really be going to my GP with this anyway?
I don’t know what to do. But I need to do something.
I hope you people won’t mind my having posted this. I’m sorry…
doubting…