It's past midnight and I'm staring at the ceiling. Unable to sleep, tears rolling down my cheek. I'm a broken man. 47 hears old but have sobbed like a child in the last week. I'm alone. My wife who was the purpose of my life left me. Nothing brings me happiness. I can't smile.

I can't remember when I was joyful, buoyant the last time. I do have a job. But I doubt I'll be able to manage this for long. I'm a shell of my former self. Each day makes me weaker.

I'm not sure what needs to be done. Help me if you can. My end doesn't seem too far away.