I’m 53. Unable to work in any environment. I can’t write anymore because my disability and food aid is so limited and being attacked that I can’t remotely live life. No way to sit in a shop and grab coffee and food and focus for hours, especially with the gun crisis. Definitely no hope remains.
I'm the same age. Can't work. The Orange Rapist keeps trying to take away my disability and the medicine that keeps my heart beating. Not a lot I can do about it many days, and I can't afford to sit in a cafe all day every day and have expensive coffees, so I might as well sit home and write.