I've been slowly, but steadily collecting more and more people to miss, Watching my finances get worse and worse. My body is starting to fall apart. My life is boring, lonely and grueling. Every time I take a step forward in one area I take a step back in all the others. Therapy has been worse than useless, loved ones stop caring eventually, casual friends just disappear into the ether without a trace.

I wish I hadn't gotten "lucky" during my previous suicide attempts, because I definitely can't try that anymore. I wish someone could just do it for me, without me ever expecting it.

But your 30s are supposed to be easier. More stable. It's hard to believe that'll be the case for me, going into them with no connection to my past, no money, no marketable skills.

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[–] [email protected] 5 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago)

My childhood was a bit difficult, but very fun, but my teen years were hard.

After about 23 everything just got better and better for me, emotionally, financially, career-wise, everything.

Then in my mid 30s I was struck down by an illness that takes most aspects of your life away and throws you back into poverty. So that has been really hard, losing my career, ability to work or socialize, etc.

Life isn't what it's "supposed to" be for many of us. It's a random lottery of birth and health and events.