We moved to a new house last year for my wife's job. It wasn't really the house I wanted but we were under pressure to find a place since our house had already sold so we took what was acceptable.
Since we moved, I was now too far from my work and we decided that I could retire since I was old enough to get into my 401K (60).
So I did a double whammy of moving from our home of 26 years and retiring at the same time.
I've always had problems with anxiety and depression, but the anxiety is worse than ever. Seeing councillors hasn't helped that much, but now I have a psychiatrist who is working on medication, but it's still early.
To top it off, I've developed some heart issues, which although fairly minor, still scare me quite a bit.
I've spent many months doing some fixing up, finishing out the basement and other repairs, but that only kept me distracted for a while. SInce my wife is still working, I decided to get a rescue dog for company and she's great, but now I have the responsibility of pet ownership. I have volunteered to help out at the wife's school from time to time when they need me, which seems to help a bit.
I just can't seem to understand why I feel this way.
These are supposed to be the "good times" but I am pretty miserable.
I DON"T GET IT!
Since we moved, I was now too far from my work and we decided that I could retire since I was old enough to get into my 401K (60).
So I did a double whammy of moving from our home of 26 years and retiring at the same time.
I've always had problems with anxiety and depression, but the anxiety is worse than ever. Seeing councillors hasn't helped that much, but now I have a psychiatrist who is working on medication, but it's still early.
To top it off, I've developed some heart issues, which although fairly minor, still scare me quite a bit.
I've spent many months doing some fixing up, finishing out the basement and other repairs, but that only kept me distracted for a while. SInce my wife is still working, I decided to get a rescue dog for company and she's great, but now I have the responsibility of pet ownership. I have volunteered to help out at the wife's school from time to time when they need me, which seems to help a bit.
I just can't seem to understand why I feel this way.
These are supposed to be the "good times" but I am pretty miserable.
I DON"T GET IT!