I'm simply going to type this, probably never to read it. I need to dump, and since my children don't visit here, it's a relatively safe space.
I'm in a bad spot. Not suicidal. Don't worry. I've been there, and this isn't it. But I am struggling and stuck. I turn 61 in a couple of weeks and realize my life is draining away, but cannot find the energy or inspiration to make necessary changes.
It isn't COVID fatigue or cabin fever. I'm much too much of an introvert for that. This is suffocating lack of energy, lack of ambition, lack of interest.
It may be time to get my medications re-calibrated. Thankfully, I have an appointment with my psychiatrist next week, so that can be discussed. Sessions with my therapist have stopped due to her coping with two children at home and my dealing with lack of money due to all sorts of unexpected expenses. So, I sit on the couch day after day except for walks with Tap, getting nothing done and hating myself for getting nothing done.