I know this is the kind of question that most people would rather avoid. I ask it because I have become painfully aware that I no longer have a (viable) future. At some point- I don't know when--I essentially lost hope that there was any future out there for me. I no longer have any ambition. I have no creative urges. No long-range plans. I used to be interested in everything. Now, my interests are very narrow. No sense that there's a substantial time horizon out there. I seem to be just marking time and trying to get by. I don't know for sure, but I think if my husband were still alive I would have more of a sense of a future. Illusory perhaps. But without that, I'm just a boat bobbing along in an uncertain sea.
Just to set the record straight: I'm not depressed. There's a big difference between being depressed and being in awareness of the existential plight that i'm in. I'm old. I'm sick. I'm out of work. I'm alone. At nearly 76 with very little energy at my disposal lately, I have lost my aspiration. I'm not looking for little things that I can do to fill time. That's not what nourishes me. I have plenty of things to do. They are all tedious (setting up Pd/ breaking down PD, laundry, clearn up, take care of my dog, etc.) My husband died many years ago (1999) so I'm not still grieving, but I'm noticing how different my life would feel/be with him still in it. With all their flaws, our spouses are good a providing a structure and container for our lives. Along with youth and good health, there's a lot missing from my life-- the kind of stuff that gives life meaning.