Not really sure if I am in crisis. If thinking about ending it all every day is a crisis, then I am. But I am able to combat it. I get up and do something. Anything. Why am I here? I got laid off again. I am 61. Have minimal clerical skills. Minimal money. Unemployment is about to run out. Have had interviews, but no one wants to hire an old goat. Guess what? I get to go on Medicaid next year! Be a sponge on the rest of the taxpayers. I hate it! Social Security would be insignificant. I heat my house to a balmy 52 degrees to save money. Don't go much of anywhere. And I expect it to get worse. Plenty of food at the moment though. Friends don't seem to get it. They don't understand how tough the job market is. I also blame myself all the time. I should have saved more money. Should have gotten married. Should have gotten a better education and better job. I tell myself its my fault I'm in this situation. Can't seem to find anything in the future to look forward to. That's it. Will keep post short. Long ones can get so hard to read.