I've lost control over things. Actually, the illusion of control I once entertained has vanished. I'm adrift. Our time with our families is brief. The time with our parents and siblings before everyone scatters into their own lives go by fast. And then how fast the time you have with your own kids goes by only becomes apparent in retrospect. I read the term or phrase "quiet desperation" somewhere. That's the way we live. Hanging on, enduring after you realise there never was going to be a magical time when all things postponed were attended to. You have to cling to what you have as that slips away. We all know there are no happy endings.
I have an inability to connect with people. That's been a curse.