I have been in deep depression since turning 50. Unable to snap out of it…well…I gave up my hobbies,passions,& lost interest in my favorite things. All I want to do is cry & sleep.
The wrinkles are beginning…the age spots…can’t lose weight…noticing gray hair in my hair brush…my youth & beauty have faded…my dreams make me cry…dreams I’ve carried in my heart since I was a teenager…sicknesses,pains…regrets & what ifs.
There’s the Need For Speed games & other games I used to play & collect…& now to play those games would make me cry & mourn for my youth…reliving a past I will never live again…when my passions were red hot & my dreams were bright as the noon-day sun. My games are collecting dust on a shelf in my bedroom…while I work with my dreams to awaken them…while thinking,it won’t be the same when I’m old & gray. Will that dream house & that sports car matter in my old age?