I stand in a world of pain and while I shout to those around me of this condition, I watch the thought bubbles above their heads that read, “It’s not my problem,” or “I hope someone else is taking care of it so my life isn’t upset,” or “Let’s count the number of reasons your not worth the time.”

A weighty issue sits on me, regularly; and this issue is, when can I be relieved of this burden called life? I can’ do it myself because I still have a shread of care for those around me, and I’ll not leave them with that legacy. So, at 46, I’m done; convinced life isn’t worth living anymore.