So many of these stories are written by people whose lives suck, but they are usually younger and still have time to turn things around - which I don't I don't think.
I'm 53, no SO, no children, no job, no career. I have several psych diagnoses and the depression I deal with overwhelms me (I guess I'm bipolar 1 depressive). I have been stalked for months now and was forced out of my nice home due to the stalkers being new next door neighbors, and in a panic I bought a mobile home in a park. The realtor lied to me about the average age here (which is 70) and about activities which don't take place. My friends (the few I had or more like two and one was constantly putting me down) just deserted me due to the stalking. They didn't believe me and my one "friend" of 37 years sided with the stalker, even though he tried to kill my dogs four times. Well, he or they have followed me here now.
My mother is over 90 and fell so I have to go out of state to take care of her so I worry about the stalking (as they vandalized my last house when it was vacant) and what they might do to this place. My dog has Valley Fever and is moving in the wrong direction. The stress from the trip could make it even worse, yet I feel I have no choice but to drive there (oh, and I have a driving phobia so swell).
I was involved with a lying, cheating, deceptive narcissist on and off for six years who just accused me of being delusional about the stalking and wrote me off. He was abusive to me and discovering who he was just shattered me. The ONLY support I have is my therapist and I have to pay her just to talk to someone. I call a version of a crisis line when things get bad as there is no one else. I'm estranged for the most part from my family of origin and honestly think the ONLY two people who would care if I killed myself would be my mother and therapist. Well, my mother might not have long and my therapist told me yesterday the only thing I have to be optimistic about is my decorating skill (in other words, she likes the way I've decorated my trailer park home).
Oh, and I was ruined in 2002 by another sociopath and have never recovered from that. My resume sucks. I'm on disability due to my many mental health issues and I just see no hope for the future. My former friends have betrayed me and stolen from me. I trust no one at this point and do not believe in a personal God. Well, I think time is running out for me and I just may end up a suicide. That's about it.