Maybe letting this out will bring some healing.
I'll vent without any particular order, since everything is affecting me the same.

We moved to the wrong town and specially the wrong part of town.
There is nobody in the streets to talk to.
We bought the wrong house. Too big for me to maintain.
It takes 5 miles to go to the supermarket.
I bought the wrong car. An old convertible and now I have dry eyes.
I bought a motorcycle and started chopping if off, beautiful bike btw,
and now it doesn't have lights. Mania at work.
I'm giving my wife 100 a month to pay for it. That's almost half my pension
We bought the wrong boat. With the wrong engine.
It sank. I fought with the seller for 45 days and at the end, my wife decided
to fix it. I wanted it junked.
That's really when my depression started.
The boat has tried to kill me twice. Once I fell and my head hit the dock.
The other day I came out of the dock in the wrong direction and it accelerated when I fell back and I hit my head too. 2 Propellers wasted.
I have to see these things every day, specially the boat. Since it can be seen from every window. It's in the canal in the backyard.
The house has tried to kill me twice too. Once coming out of the jacuzzi.
I slipped and hit the back of my head with it. Big gash blood didn't stop for like an hour. I was alone. My wife was visiting her family.
once I made the wrong turn at night and fell backwards in the shower and
broke 15 tiles with my back.
The house always has something breaking. Too long to enumerate.
I don't have a job. I don't have any money. My pension is a joke.
I can't get any help from the goverment because my wife makes money.
She got the money for the house out of her 401k the wrong way and we own 25k to the IRS.
Thegarage is full of junk from the businesses I had in hope to sell something and make a little money. I have to see my setbacks every day.
One of my kids and I don't talk to each other. The girl talks when is impossible to avoid. My third kid, a boy, 25 yrs old has a solution for me.
"Dad, go to Harbor Freight and buy a 1/2 in Tie down. Put it in your neck and pull". Very funny.
I only have a true friend and he's 200 miles away from here. We talk on the phone. He has a brand new rope, he says for me to hang from his mango tree.
The only solid thing in my life is my mother. She call me at 1:30 every day on the dot. But she's 101 yrs old. Another worry.
My wife tells me off like you would believe. Of course I know it's all my fault.

Physically, I have emphysema, one bad eye, almost no hair, almost no teeth,
bad hearing, my nose is cooked, I've wrinkles in my whole body from not exercising and now I have cold hands and cold feet.

I could go on and on, but I think that's enough for one session.
What therapist is going to fix me.