Not one bit afraid of dying alone as the best one can hope for, at times, is to die in slumber. Just continue onward at ones own pace. Know that the depression demons are always hiding somewhere to snatch one from positive thoughts and/or actions. Depression stings the mind like a hard slap. The dark and gloom-filled mind fissures are as the jaws of a jackal. During these times life is as sweaty gym socks held captive in a locker. Once the door is opened the stench is still there.
Gang aft de glay...T'would rather this damnable beast would cease the gnashing of teeth. It will withdraw again and all will be well.