I believe there Is Something Wrong with me, not the health and mental health issues, which are well understood and medicine has me well balanced.
Most of my life, even with my quirks and flaws, I always had friends and could even acquire new ones. That is no longer true. I only have my wife, who is only a shell of what she once was, and two dogs and a cat.
I vicariously live inside the British TV shows I like. I even share vivid emotions with the characters I identify with.
Yet no matter where I am, home or out to doctor appointments, I feel as if I am living on a desert island. I feel alone, lonely, and sad.
The last years caring for my wife since 2017, which grew worse all the time sure must have damaged me. I have been a survivor and I have adapted to all of my life challenges until now.
I truly believe I am a hollow man.
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