by Leonora Rianda
(Albany, Oregon, USA)
Been retired for over two years and I'm a mess!
I don't love my life anymore. I'm trying to build some kind of community to replace the one I had through work.
I volunteer my time three days a week at our local soup kitchen. I also volunteer time at our local humane society.
I used to love having time to myself but now I fret and worry when I'm alone.
I'm at the end of Trans-Cranial Magnetic Stimulation therapy my psychiatrist signed me up for to eradicate depression. It seems to have worked; I don't feel depressed. But I'm intensely anxious and often in despair.
My husband on the other hand loves retirement and could stay home all day doing nothing and be perfectly happy.
Has anyone else been through something like this and lived to tell about it?