Almost 60 years old, and, after 40 years of living with chronic, treatment resistant depression, I’m tired and ready to go. Just waiting for my father to pass.
In the meantime, I quit my job, and I’m in the process of getting my affairs in order so my husband won’t have to worry about those details things after I’m gone. He’s six years younger than me, healthy, in good shape, and quite handsome, so I’m sure he’ll have no problem finding someone new if he wants to. I told him to make absolutely sure that she doesn’t have any mental issues like me tho. Lord knows he doesn’t want to have to deal with that shit again. Never had kids, so no worries there. Only other family are two younger sisters but we’re not especially close. Besides, I’ve already told them what I’m planning. They don’t understand it, but they recognize that it’s my life and, therefore, my decision.
For those of you younger folks currently struggling with your own personal brand of mental illness who have the strength to keep going, I sincerely hope and pray that you don’t have to spend your lives waiting for more effective treatments to be discovered.
Ok, time to get back to my Christmas preparations. Happy Holidays everyone.