My status is that I am hurting. I'm not suicidal, but I still wish I didn't have long to live. That is not entirely unlikely, but I have blown past all of my end-of-life estimates so far. I want to do something meaningful with my life but I'd rather have that puzzle rendered moot by a not-too-distant appointment with the Reaper.
I am and have been pursuing spirituality for as long as I can remember, but I'm so depressed right now that I would rather my story end here than to somehow maybe attain realization in this lifetime. I know that is counterproductive because I know I need to develop openness in order to face my own death without fear.
At the same time, I am constricted against everything, so unless I die suddenly, death would be pretty frightening. This is according to the Tibetan folks who have had at least some experience with being dead for a while and coming back to tell their stories. That's another topic, but whether that is literal or mythic, I think the point is the same. Death is the ultimate breaking down (literally), and it could be joyous if I'm prepared, or difficult and painful if not. I'm planning to do some grief rituals that I have found online (mostly Thich Nhat Hanh guided exercises). Last night, though, I was exhausted and felt like it would be counterproductive to cry that much. So I basically have to train for this work as if it were a distance run. Until I'm strong enough to handle the physical demands of this processing work, I don't feel like it's good to get started.