Dr. Suchong
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I spend way too much time thinking/reminiscing about happier times, and feeling that horrible lurch in my stomach as I realise I'm over halfway through my expected lifespan (if I'm lucky and don't succumb to some awful illness that cuts it short)
Games and music lend me some comfort.
Friendships have drifted away because of responsibilities and life and whatnot.
My partner is an alcoholic, so I have the horrible decision of possibly ending things because it's just too much.
I'm not feeling sorry for myself, far from it.
Just honestly have resigned myself to the thought that perhaps I aren't meant to be happy. And that's OK.
Games and music lend me some comfort.
Friendships have drifted away because of responsibilities and life and whatnot.
My partner is an alcoholic, so I have the horrible decision of possibly ending things because it's just too much.
I'm not feeling sorry for myself, far from it.
Just honestly have resigned myself to the thought that perhaps I aren't meant to be happy. And that's OK.
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