For good or bad, I don't have any family whatsoever, so no one to reach out to even if I wanted to. Everyone died over the past several years. It's good in that I don't have to feel bad about hurting anyone when I go. It's bad because there's no one to reach out to, even if I could. Now, a few years ago, when the small family in my life was still alive, and the past several decades before that really, it was obvious, or should have been, anyway, that my life was not in a way that "most" people find themselves at their various stages of life. I think it should have been obvious, too, that having a "life" like mine, over all of those years, would have some detrimental effect on someone for that amount of time. I never reached out to anyone and explained what I was going through regarding the "whys". And no one in my family broached the subject with me, either. I think they didn't want to hear what they didn't want to hear. And to be completely truthful, I didn't want to hear from me outloud what I didn't want to hear, either. And I still don't. I know this sounds like a riddle, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in another riddle, and it's really not meant to be. It's just the best I can do right now at explaining things.