I an in current treatment for a mental illness, still not diagnosed. I am 52, I started a relationship with someone, and it has suffered a practical setback (he has adult kids, I have none).  I thought my internal agony was because of this, but I keep telling myself the story of your wife, how she has a loving husband, a son, and still suffered the agony of wanting to die, wanting to die.

So, I tell myself, truthfully, the pain is inside of me.  No one external - no matter how loving - can take it away.

update: I am "fine", living with a lot more focus on my inner life, navigating life more from the inside, if that expression makes sense to you.


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