That’s about all I can say.

I have no interest in my previous hobbies and don’t really have any new ones.

I wake up nervous most mornings.

My energy levels at one point were getting better but they are lower again.

Very tired.

Struggling to do all the stuff that daily life requires.

It feels like it doesn’t matter how much I talk to my counselor.

She’s nice and has good advice. But it feels like I always end up back here.

The divorce still isn’t final. Stbx left, she wants nothing to do with reconciliation.

I don’t want her back but am crushed still over the destruction of the family.

I won’t kill myself.

I think a big part of it is because of the kids.

That’s why I simply still exist.

As painful as it can be.

As much as it feels that my life is over.

It’s hard not to think about my age and mortality.

Positivity has never been a part of my life.