… That I don’t have much longer to live.
I’m overweight, I suffer with high blood pressure, I have high lipid counts, I suffer with diabetes and my body is starting to ache throughout my muscles and joints.
I’m going to be 55 years old in June, so I’m mentally trying to prepare myself for the inevitable.
These meds are contributing to my poor condition.
Frankly, I don’t want to get so old where I end up with dementia and confined to a wheelchair like my mom.
Yeah meds suck, and we’ll have a shorter live expectancy. But aren’t we bless we have antipsychotics I mean people in the past probably just killed themselves with no treatment. So look at the bright side.
I have been a little depressed and welcoming death. Unfortunately.
I could take some walks to improve my health.
But when I die is not up to me. The human body can live a long time and we do not get to choose. I don’t believe in suicide.
Someday soon I want to say that I love life.
I view death something like sex. If you’re too young, it’s traumatic. If you are ready for it, it’s awesome. So I want to think that by the time I’m all used up, dying will be a quiet, at least pleasant experience.