I understand, I have no purpose ... and it kills me, BUT I'm not in the same position as you at all. I am sick & disabled, just lost my daughter to suicide, and poor. I am afraid to leave the house on my own except to go to my 'safe' places, of which there are few - my mums, the doctors, the dentist, and local shop on occasion. My mobility is very poor. The thought of 'walking into a group' horrifies me, and I would love to do some volunteering, but as I am unwell, a lot, I would hate it if someone were to rely on me doing something, and I wasn't able to go - would cause me even more unhappiness. I am able to do some baby sitting of my granddaughters, 3 and 5, but basically only in an afternoon early evening - before then I am wobbly and not quite with it, and after then I have taken my 20 odd tablets and they wouldn't be safe with me. As it is at the moment, my house isn't even safe for them to be in - stuff everywhere as I wait for someone to do jobs for me when they have time, as I cannot afford to pay anyone to do them. I wish I had friends to go out and about with, but when you aren't able to do anything what do you have to talk about other than your health, which is boring! It's taken just over 20 years and 24 surgeries to get where I am today, and year after year the friends drop off, especially when you become unable to work. I understand where you are coming from *lippyqueen, but it could be far worse ...
Think about having another dog - they NEVER replace the one you've lost, but they do fill a different place in your heart, and that one will become very special to you too .... it's my dogs that are keeping me alive and not following my daughter to a place where I he she has found some peace.
I didn't like this .... "I can never understand this motivation of having to be "useful" to others" Try not being, it's not all it's cracked up to be!