I hear both of you and can commiserate. Each day that passes a little of me vanishes. Just in the last two weeks I moved away from a 'digital' friend and decided that talking to a therapist is useless. They seem to pooh pooh my depression and want me to be more sociable. I like being isolated. That way I won't say something that will give me guilt or may be private. I got my food and my PC plus an adorable cat. I'm 59 and really I don't care that much about a future and have no friends or family that isn't filled with judgment. I take a bit of Xanax for sedation and Ambien for sleep plus stuff for the digestive system. If I get a CDR and am turned down that's about the end of it. I'm almost ready and have my affairs in order. It's tough. I hope you both have that emotional support from the closest to you. Regards M Poirot