I know this will come across as a "sorry for myself" post.. but that is sort of how I feel.
I have suffered with anxiety for years and years, but managed it on the whole fairly well.. however, since the first lockdown (which I welcomed as at last, no pressure to go or do anything) I have just gone downhill to the extent that I now really don't want to go anywhere or do anything.
I wake each morning around 5 am with that feeling of dread. I wish I could get enthusiastic about something but .. no.. that feeling evades me.
I have a loving husband .. allbeit he drives me to distraction sometimes, a lovely little dog (although she is very undemanding and takes herself off to be by herself a lot of the time) .. I have two lads and 5 grandchildren, but all very grown up now.
I feel a sense of failure most of the time. The friends I used to see pre lockdown I no longer meet up with (my choice) .. I don't want to join any groups again nor do volunteering ( been there.. done that) .
I feel such a lack of purpose . Physically I'm not great, can only walk short distances (with my dog) , don't like nor want to go shopping.. there's a limit as to how many times I can "do" a garden centre.. and I don't like gardening anyway !
I know this is a mild depression I am in and the anxiety is the absolute pits... always I think "if only I wasn't so scared to do stuff". But I am.
I'm sure there are many people who feel just as I do right now ... I feel close to tears a lot of the time as I think "is this it?"
I will be 73 next month .. so probably that doesn't help.
I spend my day saying "if only this and if only that" ....
Sorry to bleat on, but I just wanted to write this down.
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