It’s been extremely rough.
I’m not going to make it. What does that mean exactly? I think there’s a certain sense that barring some catastrophic accident, a person will live.until a ripe old age. Obviously, things happen, whether it is an accident, or illness, or whatever it is.
But my sense is that I don’t have much more time left. I can’t say what it is that makes me feel that way, but I do. Maybe it’s all of the stress. Maybe it’s my own mental health. I keep myself (somewhat) healthy. I just have a sense of dread and foreboding, like there isn’t much more.