Basic breakdown is that I'm grossly overweight despite working out 4 to 5 days a week and watching what I eat, I am in a sexless marriage with a mentally ill woman that I've been more of a  caretaker than a husband for 8 years, I've lost any passion I've had for writing, playing music, or riding my motorcycle, I'm staring down the barrel at 40 with nothing in savings and 80k in student loan debt, and I find myself constantly muttering, "I hate mysel," over and over.

You know the chocolate conveyor belt scene in I Love Lucy? Make it dogshit and that's all I see coming.