I felt like my life was completed (that I unable to accomplish anything else) and no longer worth living at age 51. The only thing wrong with my heath then was that I was overweight (my back would occasionally go out because of this)--boy, was I a lot more flexible and I had much less pain (I am 57 now). I nearly succeeded in ending my life. Like some others on this thread, my children were part of the crisis. There were some areas where I felt like I had failed them. I thought there was nothing else I could do to help them other than leave them some money. I realize I am worth more than that now. I realize that I do not choose when I go. I still try to help them as much as I can but realize that they are the ones in control and responsible for their lives though I try to be encouraging to them as much as I can....