A year and a half ago my father died, leaving my mother effectively alone. Frequently she tells me she doesn't want to carry on anymore and wants to commit suicide.
The issue is, I am in exactly the same position, and I could never make it known to her. Only one person who knows me knows the truth, and I carry on operating daily at a very high functional level, signing off large contracts, dealing with datacentre level IT stuff and staff.
Each day I just wish I could find the strength to kick IT to the curb and do something which makes me happy, but I have so many ideas/options, I cannot even begin to make a decision. Meanwhile promotions at work come and go, my pay gets better and better, my role becomes increasingly more senior at a national level, but the emptiness gets greater and greater as time goes on, until some days I fear for my own ability to make it to the next day.
What I do about this god only knows, as it has been so long dealing in constant emotional pain of this nature (7 years), I have literally no idea what it could feel like to be happy, nor do I have any hope I will ever find out.
To anyone who knows me, I am externally brash, funny, confident, smart and totally outgoing, with a decent enough physique from torturous gym work. All this hides a dark and frightening inner truth of which I have become an absolute master at hiding. (as many people in similar positions are)
It's like being two people, two personalities, where the inner darkness is an unrelenting abyss of torture which never seems to cease, and I find myself quite looking forward to just leaving the planet.