Senior Despair
I am losing my will to live.
My elderly Mom is dying . . . we so LOVE each other.
Please, God, don’t let her suffer!
I am powerless.
My daughter is destroying herself and those around her . . .
She LOATHES me, thinks I am EVIL.
I am not allowed to make contact . . . and am never to know my grandchildren.
They, too, will learn to loathe me and come to see me as evil.
I have outlived two husbands.
My late husband was the casualty of addiction and personality disorder.
My ex-husband died last Christmas . . . he was the man, who had my heart.
I am losing my will to live.
There is no one left for me to love and share my life with.
Very few are looking to form a family with an ancient, overweight, woman . . .
. . . living close to poverty in the middle of the desert.
I am old.
I am lonely.
I am losing my will to live.