Years ago I promised myself I would not end things until I hit 40, and now I feel like I am just counting down until that day comes in 3 years More and more I am just going through the motions. I am so tired of being alone. Therapy or medication won't fix this hole in my life, and it seems I am cursed when it comes to trying to find someone to form a connection with. What's the point in life if you no one to share it with?