What’s the point of being alive?

No, I’m not suicidal.

I’m just tired of being alone. I have been alone for most of my life and god I hate it. I have no friends and the only people I talk to are family. But I can’t really be me” I have this other side of me that I can never be. I am always dad or something.

Part of it is my chronic illness, it makes leaving the house complicated some days; much less going somewhere and meeting people.

I hate myself for being this way.