Hi all, after many, many decades of a depressed life. I finally figured out this morning, my purpose in life. My purpose is death! I lived this long to serve my family in death! When I die my family will get all the money they need to pay all the bills and have some financial stability for at least a few months, but this should get my wife on the right course! I often wondered why I could envision my own death, but I couldn't envision a life of success, but death was so easy to envision. WOW! It really took me all these years to figure it out. My life finally has purpose! So I think this Sunday night will be my last. Now, that I figured it out, Sunday night would be good, because come Monday morning my wife can get the ball rolling on the money that will be coming in! GREAT! No wonder I have never had real feelings. I had to fake all the feelings I've ever had. It is because I was born to die. That was my mission. So, feelings don't play a part in what I have to do. here is an example of how I don't have any feelings the day my daughter was born, I was in the delivery room and when they got her out, I felt absolutely nothing, like it was just another day. Like I was in a Supermarket getting groceries, nothing important. Well, anyway, come Sunday night, I'll be gone and in turn helping my family financially.