I’ve mourned for my youth since being in my 50s. I gave up my hobbies & sometimes I want to go back there,play those Need For Speed cars racing games,but it grieves me,cuz I’m not young anymore. I haven’t played & had fun in my 50s. Some of my games are old,taking me back to my youth. To play them would hurt way down deep.
So far no wrinkles or gray hair. I live in fear of wrinkling & going gray. I fight the signs of aging with subliminals. It took max courage for me to admit my age on Facebook. I guess I should be grateful to be alive…& I am…but I am so sad…grieved. Headed for 60. Right now I’m 52.