All my life I've always had the comforting thought that I could always make money with my hands and the skills "they" possed. Now I'm in my mid-sixties and my body will not and cannot do the things I ask it to. Either I become too fatiqued very quickly or I can't remember how to do the simpliest things. I get confused and I've become fearful of attempting the simpliest of things. Afraid I won't be able to get it done or it will be done all wrong. My days are getting longer and less productive. I am trying to do something with my life, seeing a psychiatrist and taking medications that are supposed to help but they don't. Too many mornings I wake up and I wonder: "what's the point?" Why bother when nothing worthwhile is going to come of this day or that. Well, I've said enough for now. Thanks for your time.
Grumpy