Do I Let Go?

I started my PhD in the beginning of 2006. I literally planted myself in the lab for 3 years and in those years I had achieved my goal: to finish all needed experiments and use the final (4th) year for writing the stuff up. During those years life issues happened to me as well (lost my aunt form cancer, lost my grandpa, grandma with demencia, mom with Crohns disease, brother working in Darfur and dad in a car accident that nearly killed him).

Here where the problem is: I started my PhD at the age of 28 (I did 2 Masters before this). When I joined the department EVERYBODY was 2, 3, 4 years younger than me. At first this was ok with me. Little by little I could see that people were not hanging out with me. Also the people my age were already post-docs, enganged, married and again...would not hang out with me cause....they had lives. I was singled out with noone to hang out with. There was never a group that I could fit in. Believe me, I did it all (joined new interests, picked up a new language, blah blah....). The forth year became a scary year: I was all alone with just myself. No experiments to keep my mind busy anymore. Just me, in an apartment with a laptop (the only living thing). I couldn't focus and in all this....my advisor was nowhere in sight.

I was supposed to finish early in 2010. I didn't. Everybody asking, everybody waiting. Nothing. My 4th year was wasted on procrastinating and crying on how alone I am. Every time I would see friends vanishing just because they got engaged or married or had kids I would be devastated. All my circles of friends were closing. Permanent panic kicked in as soon as I realised that -quite possibly- my life was behind me. It may well be "game over" for me. We are in 2011 and I 'm still FAR from being done. My chapters are in pieces and I'm having a tough time pulling things together to make the story and to finish the book. All I think about is that I am a lonely woman, 34 years old, with no prospects (personal & professional) and here's why:

1) I'm female. Believe me, I've sent my CV in places just to see who would be interested and in my effort to esape my PhD. Nobody showed interest. Not even an interview. Now that most countries are going through financial crisis they prefer handing tha jobs to men....the breadwinners of a household.
2) Not only am I female, I am also an old one too!! If I were 28, or 29, or even 30....they look at you differently. Even if you haven't finished your PhD. Being 34 I'm just washed up. People don't see me as a person that can be trained to do something.
3) Few publications (so far, just 1). Which is my fault, I know. I have 4 publications that coud come out of my thesis and I'm litteraly sitting on them. My fault, I know. But then again....even if I do publish them, peers will say "what the hell took you so long" and they might actually already be outdated.
4) No post-doc experience yet. Everybody my age is already in their 2nd or 3rd post doc position which translates as "experience", so why would anyone hire me when they can have them?
5) Single. I got dumped when I was 28. I tried to restore my personal life and move on but....when I was 28-29 guys wouldn't approach becuase "she's gonna want a relationship"....when I was 30-31 I was bumping into the insecure guys that would get stuck at the whole "she will be Dr soon".....for the past 2 years (33-34) I can see that my age is now an issue. As a woman I am now washed up. And this time it's my age....something that I cannot fix. Guys just don't pick me and why would they....even a 40-year-old can score a 30-year-old woman. Believe me, guys do approach me because I really do look like 28 but if  you see their disappointed faces when I tell them I'm 34.....gosh....it's priceless!!! :-(
6) No social life. I'm trying!!!! I'm really trying!!!! But...all the people that actually CAN hang out and do fun stuff are all in the age range of 25-30 and with them I'm just re-living my past years OR....lonely single women in the age range of 40-48 with whom we always discuss about menauppose and how we will never have children and somebody to love us....


My feelings of failure, of being rejected both by jobs and guys, of being nothing more but a dissapointment are occupying 95% of my brainpower. The remaining 5% is a little voice that tells me that maybe -maybe, not sure- there might be a happy life somewhere for me. Maybe -at 34- life is not over? Maybe I still have a shot in academia?.......who am I kidding, right? 

Should a 34 single washed up superlonely woman muster some strength and pull a thesis together? Or should she let it go? Is there hope for me?