Dear Oprah

I've been sick. Literally. I've got a virus that made me throw up everything I put down my throat. And I've felt tired, so tired that I could sleep all day.
And I've felt sad. So sad.
Sometimes I just don't understand how life goes, how people can be so mean, so cruel.
I normally think that we should help one another, we should always try to do our best to help people around us.
But most of the time I am the only one trying to help people and the ones around me are trying to screw me up.
What am I doing wrong?
Why should life be so difficult:
I pray. God, I pray all the time. I swear Oprah, I try my best all the time but I am so tired.
All I want to do is sit in a corner and cry.
Sometimes I feel so lonely.
Sometimes I feel like God has just forgotten me.
I know it's not true.
I know things eventually are going to turn out just fine but why do I have to struggle so much to have my happy ending?
I don't ask for love. I know that at 58 almost 59 I am never going to find love anymore.
I just want money to travel, money to pay my bills and money to live.
To survive.
Anyway all I should do is be thankful, isn't it?
And I am.
My kids are ok so I should really be thankful.