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J
just me here
thanks. I am reading and listening to lectures on-line and seeing a counselor weekly, just making the motions of keeping my head above the water. My fiftieth birthday is in a month and I have to wonder if I am just another guy having his mid-life crisis, but this is more like plain old desperation, not frustration or boredom, not the emotions I would associate with a mid life crisis.
I am constantly just minutes away from a deep depression that will send me out of traffic up a side road and sitting in my truck just trying to get it together to go back out into traffic. I find myself headed for bed sooner every night, not sleeping, just closing my eyes and listening to Public radio or reading. I keep myself moving at work, job to job, but I don't get the reward from it and nowadays I don't get to keep any of the money I earn, so whats the point?
The house is ours for another month, the cars and trucks and boats are all ours for another month and the kids have insurance and help with college, and the dogs are being fed. I just wish I fealt something more than obligation and the passage of time, measured in mornings that see me walking the hallway to the shower, grabbing a towel and washcloth along the way. At least I have a shower and a towel and a job, lots of us don't and that has to be worse, I really should be happier but I just am not.
I am constantly just minutes away from a deep depression that will send me out of traffic up a side road and sitting in my truck just trying to get it together to go back out into traffic. I find myself headed for bed sooner every night, not sleeping, just closing my eyes and listening to Public radio or reading. I keep myself moving at work, job to job, but I don't get the reward from it and nowadays I don't get to keep any of the money I earn, so whats the point?
The house is ours for another month, the cars and trucks and boats are all ours for another month and the kids have insurance and help with college, and the dogs are being fed. I just wish I fealt something more than obligation and the passage of time, measured in mornings that see me walking the hallway to the shower, grabbing a towel and washcloth along the way. At least I have a shower and a towel and a job, lots of us don't and that has to be worse, I really should be happier but I just am not.