My Thoughts: when the mood strikes.

Woe is me.

         Today, I struggle to find importance in the meaning of my life --- wondering, Why am I still here?  My contribution seems inadequately small, insignificant.

         I was unsuccessfully married to three different men.  The first of whom battled alcoholism and depression his entire life, finally committing suicide by shooting himself in the heart.   

         Rarely, do I see my only daughter, son-in-law and my two grandsons. 

         My finances are overwhelmingly small, barely adequate.  I am able to make ends meet, but there is nothing left for "real" savings or even a "normal" vacation. 

         Disappointment and discontent plague me.  I wonder, Is this all there is?