It can feel like you’re slowly fading out of existence. Almost like you’re gradually becoming a ghost. No one cares that much about anything you have to say or anything you do because you’re old. I’m lucky because I have a home that’s mine and I’m surrounded by family and friends, but I’m starting to realise how hard it must be if you get old without those things. Like becoming invisible alone. Also, it’s pretty obvious now that the end is coming at some point. When it does I hope it’s quick. I hope I don’t see it coming and that I don’t end up being a burden on my loved ones.
It can feel like you’re slowly fading out of existence. Almost like you’re gradually becoming a ghost. No one cares that much about anything you have to say or anything you do because you’re old. I’m lucky because I have a home that’s mine and I’m surrounded by family and friends, but I’m starting to realise how hard it must be if you get old without those things. Like becoming invisible alone. Also, it’s pretty obvious now that the end is coming at some point. When it does I hope it’s quick. I hope I don’t see it coming and that I don’t end up being a burden on my loved ones.
I was going to use the phrase “becoming irrelevant”, but you did a better job.