I also have given up. I am now 90 years old. Some call this an achievement. I just feel I am this old because I didn't die. There were some incidents in my long life where this could have happened, but it didn't. I call myself a survivor. But here I am at the end of my life with no one. My husband died three years ago. I have always had trouble meeting people so have very few friends. I have two sons. My eldest lives in Asia so I see him only on Skype. The other has thrown me out of his life. Now I just don't seem to care about anything. There are many days when I don't bother to get dressed. Dishes amass on the counter until even I cannot stand it so load them into the dishwasher. There is no reason why I cannot do this everyday, but I just don't feel like it. I am bitter. I have outlived almost everyone who has been in my life. On the other hand I do feel fortunate that at this great age I am still independent. I live alone and am able to take care of myself. I can drive. I have no major illnesses. At the age of 87 I had to have a complete hip replacement because it wore out. But I survived it. I guess down where the rubber meets the road I just feel there is nothing worth living for and I want it to be over. I am not suicidal and would never think of doing away with myself. When I do look forward it is to endless days of nothing.