My husband and I had always dreamed of retiring at age 55.
When we got here, insurance being so expensive and all, he wanted to keep working and encouraged me to retire.
For the last few years, I had been working from home and feeling micromanaged and isolated. When June rolled around last year, and after a stressful day, (plus having put it off as I was now almost 56), I pulled the plug.
I had envisioned carefree, relaxing days just filled with sipping coffee on my deck, taking long walks, taking my good time doing household chores. Many family members are retired so we’d hang out a lot too.
Well here I am 9 months later. I find the days are long. Housework gets done quickly. I do take walks but that can get dull too.
I now feel guilty for retrospect soon. I get anxious and depressed. I feel lonely. I see family here and there but it’s not like I imagined.
I did take a 10 hour a week part time job and I volunteer 1 day a week. Of course now that is all on hold due to Coronavirus.
I feel like I’m useless, worthless and I don’t know what to do with myself.