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.