My own helplessness is painful
Hello. It's been 10 years since he became mentally ill.
There are waves, but it wasn't until the 10th year that I was able to do things around me to a certain extent.
Every day, I live my life vaguely, as if I were in a dream.
I was bedridden for a few years after the onset of the disease.
While always staring at the ceiling, I've always wanted to be able to do normal things and things that are taken for granted.
Now that I've been able to do that to some extent, I'm being confronted with my own reality.
I'm an unemployed single woman with a mental illness. I'm about to turn 40.
Married friends own homes, enjoy growing children, single friends build careers, and enjoy traveling abroad for vacations...
It's very painful to feel the gap between the 10 years I experienced and the 10 years my friends experienced.
I don't have enough time. The days go by really fast, and I'm frustrated and in tears when I think that at this rate I'll only get old and die without being able to do almost anything I want to do.
Of course, I know there are many people who are suffering even more than me.
I am also grateful that I have come this far thanks to the support of my family and friends.
But is it okay to live such a powerless and nothing life?
I can't quite write my feelings, but I'd be happy if you could give me some advice.
Thank you for your support.
