I’m going to front load this message by apologizing for both the length and the content. I’m not looking for your sympathy or any kind of help nor do I feel I’m entitled to it or expecting any sort of reaction. Getting these thoughts down on paper is more for me to “get it out of my system”. I'm sharing these thoughts here because I feel this is a safe place to do so, I do have a handful of real friends here, and hopefully take away some useful advice. I am a personal person who doesn’t like broadcasting my business, but the Museum is sort of ambiguous enough. No one here lives in my neighbourhood or speaks to my family. I also thought long and hard about it because I hate being on a the receiving end of sympathy. All that said, here goes……
I hate slapping labels on things but I guess you may say I’ve been depressed. Everyone’s had a hard time with covid, but these past few months have been nothing but negativity in my life. My brother was in a bad car accident last month and could have died. He broke his sternum, enlarged spleen and now yesterday caught pneumonia. His 10yr old cat also died this week and was found by his little girl. He’s not doing well and I’m worried about him.
My 86yr old neighbour has quickly developed dementia and I’ve been over to her place checking on her more and more, watching her get worse. I tried working out again and sprained my wrist back in August and it still hasn’t healed. My new job was going great and has recently become a bit cut throat – which was exactly what I was trying to get away from. My parents have health problems and are aging. My twin boys are at the age where they don’t care to continue our family traditions during October and ignore me all the time, which is perfectly normal for teenagers, but it stinks.
But here’s the thing. My family for the most part is healthy and getting along. No one is dying. I’m financially secure and my books are selling like crazy. I really AM a lucky man and shouldn’t be complaining about anything. That’s what confuses me. In recent weeks I’ve noticed my level of giving a crap has diminished. I’m not finding joy in things I used to. I could care less about watching monster movies or new Mego announcements or working on book #3. I’m not sure why as I usually gain so much pleasure from this. I just feel bummed out and miserable. I’m not sleeping and my temper is short. I'm in a constant state of exhausted.
I will say this. My life is so busy I feel like I’m in a Groundhog Day movie. Get up. Work. Supper. TV. Bed. Repeat, Mon-Fri with little to no fun. Weekends are spent trying to convince the kids to spend time with me while respecting what they want to do. I can’t seem to think of anything to do that will be fun and am going through the motions. My wife asked "what do you wanna do for you" and I honestly couldn't think of anything. I love my family with all my heart and thank God every day, but I’m in some sort of funk and having trouble getting back. This really isn't my personality; it's a foreign feeling and I don't like it.
Have any of you ever been through this? How’d you get out of it? I just feel like hitting my heavy bag, screaming or getting drunk or just go to bed and avoid everyone.
I sincerely appreciate you reading this.
BB
I hate slapping labels on things but I guess you may say I’ve been depressed. Everyone’s had a hard time with covid, but these past few months have been nothing but negativity in my life. My brother was in a bad car accident last month and could have died. He broke his sternum, enlarged spleen and now yesterday caught pneumonia. His 10yr old cat also died this week and was found by his little girl. He’s not doing well and I’m worried about him.
My 86yr old neighbour has quickly developed dementia and I’ve been over to her place checking on her more and more, watching her get worse. I tried working out again and sprained my wrist back in August and it still hasn’t healed. My new job was going great and has recently become a bit cut throat – which was exactly what I was trying to get away from. My parents have health problems and are aging. My twin boys are at the age where they don’t care to continue our family traditions during October and ignore me all the time, which is perfectly normal for teenagers, but it stinks.
But here’s the thing. My family for the most part is healthy and getting along. No one is dying. I’m financially secure and my books are selling like crazy. I really AM a lucky man and shouldn’t be complaining about anything. That’s what confuses me. In recent weeks I’ve noticed my level of giving a crap has diminished. I’m not finding joy in things I used to. I could care less about watching monster movies or new Mego announcements or working on book #3. I’m not sure why as I usually gain so much pleasure from this. I just feel bummed out and miserable. I’m not sleeping and my temper is short. I'm in a constant state of exhausted.
I will say this. My life is so busy I feel like I’m in a Groundhog Day movie. Get up. Work. Supper. TV. Bed. Repeat, Mon-Fri with little to no fun. Weekends are spent trying to convince the kids to spend time with me while respecting what they want to do. I can’t seem to think of anything to do that will be fun and am going through the motions. My wife asked "what do you wanna do for you" and I honestly couldn't think of anything. I love my family with all my heart and thank God every day, but I’m in some sort of funk and having trouble getting back. This really isn't my personality; it's a foreign feeling and I don't like it.
Have any of you ever been through this? How’d you get out of it? I just feel like hitting my heavy bag, screaming or getting drunk or just go to bed and avoid everyone.
I sincerely appreciate you reading this.
BB
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