I started a post a number of months back called "I bought a new house and it didn't make me any happier" -
https://forum.mrmoneymustache.com/welcome-to-the-forum/i-bought-a-new-home-and-it-didn't-make-me-any-happier/The gist is that we bought a new home which was to be our "forever" home. Since then, my life in my mind has been in a catastrophic decline.
I'm starting a new thread because this now has little to do with a house. It has to do with my perception of turning 40 years old and seeing the rest of life barrelling down on me... and fast and having no clue what to do. I'm 40, my DW just turned 48 (Holy f***, that sounds old). My oldest daughter also seemingly grew up overnight. She's turning 13 in a few months. She's the same height as my wife!
I'm driven, work hard and by most yardsticks in North American success, successful. 8 months ago, as a family we decided to move to a better neighbourhood without used needles in our backyard. It's been a downhill battle ever since... If you're interested, see the thread mentioned above.
While most of my peers are entering their crunch years (kids, mortgages, living paycheck to paycheck because they deserve nice things) they have not yet saved a cent of money for retirement. Sure, they're paying down their mortgages, but beyond that, they're just making it.
Our net worth is $1.4 million including the house. We've got about $750k liquid. And in the last couple years I've realized that I won't necessarily want to fully-retire. I'm more of a semi-fire kindof person. So as I used to describe it to people that pretty soon, I could be a SUP instructor or work at a local bike shop part-time or start a business... Anything I wanted to. I could even pet kittens for a living and as long as we accidentally earned enough money to pay for our cost of living which is modest, and not draw down from our stache, retirement (when we choose to do it fully) would be wonderful.
But enter my anxiety disorder.
The very thing that has allowed me to focus on FIRE and create these wonderful visions in my head of freedom and excitement are now being replaced with thoughts of... But then what? Live in a RV for the next, I don't know... 40 years? What about failing mobility or health? What on earth would I do every day to stay occupied? I've been focusing on "getting" and have no clue how to simply "be" without my mind wandering into dark places. I need something or else my brain sends me into a spiral into the land of "what's the worst that could happen?"
And now my brain is in a continual loop, trying to solve this problem like a dog on a bone.
What's the problem?
Death and more specifically, loneliness. I'm watching everyone around me get older. I don't feel any different. I feel like I'm 20. But suddenly, I look at my wife and I think "my wife just aged 20 years overnight..." We'll be out for a walk in our new neighbourhood, and we're talking to our neighbours and I'm fixated on thinking "how old are you?" and I'm noticing lines and wrinkles and crows feet. I feel like a 20 year old talking to grown-ups. I wonder if they feel like a 20 year old talking to grown-ups too? I don't feel that way with existing friends, only new people I meet. It's like an age dysphoria.
I don't want to sound like a vanity obsessed asshole, I'm just being honest because I want to address the underlying issue. I want to "shallow Hal" it and not see visual beauty. I certainly don't want to lose my sight, but GIVE ME TONY ROBBINS!
And so all of a sudden, enter the anxiety. I just turned 40, wife is 48. My grandparents all died in their 90's, including my 270lb grandmother. My genetics are excellent for long life. But here's what sucks. Long life doesn't add years to the beginning of life... They add it to the end. We just get older and older and older. I watched all of my grandparents grow frail enough to need a nursing home. My grandmother and grandfather could no longer be in the same room. They were bed ridden, on their own. My grandfather lived out his final months/years watching the stock market ticker tape. My grandmother would sit in a chair, watch the Price is Right and have nothing to look forward to... Just
living dying a day at a time, hoping for death to come and take her to stop the struggle of being blind or having aching joints, difficulty breathing and fearing what would hurt or fail next. Loss of mobility, loss of independence, loss of themselves...
And given that my wife is 7.5 years older than me, I'm continually playing out the loneliness of when she passes away. It's almost like I'm "pre-mourning" the loss of my wife and it hurts more than words can describe And now when I look at her, I see she's getting older. It's a trigger. I'm in tears multiple times of the day just with these very thoughts.
And so the anxiety has been leading to depression.
Now, the whole issue here is thought process. If I don't "think" about it, then it doesn't bother me.
"Just stop thinking that way Kork." Yup, I'm first in line! I'd love to find out how.
I have hope that I'll get over this slump... That I'll have an epiphany that will let me get over it. That somebody will say something so wise that it triggers a new wave of thought for me.
And with my quest to FIRE, I was so preoccupied with the actual goal, I didn't stop to think about what I'd do... YAY! FIRE! I read about decompression, type-A personalities, etc. How would I occupy my time? And now that I'm depressed it's beginning to feel like it's a very slow, meaningless march to the end. I can't think of anything that interests me or brings me joy. My "feel okay" places are in bed with the blinds shut and dark, taking a hot bath with lavender bubbles and a couple candles (and a plastic boat, cause, you know... I'm a man). I also find solace sitting barefoot in a chair while poking at the firepit in the backyard. It's not a happy place. But I'm working on it.
My best friend of 30 years comes up to our family cottage with his wife and kids. The moments are perfect. They're wonderful by definition. I can't seem to live in the moment and enjoy the moment. I get caught up in "what's the point." It sucks.
And I'm not just idly sitting by. Here's what I'm doing.
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CBD oil - Have seen my GP several times and have a prescription for CBD oil (not sure if it's helping or not, but giving it a shot).
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Medication - I have a prescription for Lorazepam but am only looking to use it when I absolutely need it. I started taking Zoloft but it almost killed me. See below.
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Counselling - I've seen a counsellor to determine what kind of counselling I could benefit from. As a result, I'm looking into a mindfulness group workshop, another one regarding being self-critical and of course, individual counselling. Individual counselling is tricky because I'm not sure what type of counsellor (male, female, older, my age?) would be best and I'm afraid to fail.
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Spousal Support - My wife is leaving work early every day to be with me and the kids. This is helping with the isolation that I was going through in the winter/spring months. Kids are on summer vacation and there are days that I feel like I can't even get out of bed. I'm in what feels like a "safe space" as they like to call it. She's spoken with her employer and they are sympathetic as mental health runs in their family as well. They "get it." This is a short term bandaid.
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Psychiatrist - I have a meeting with a psychiatrist at the beginning of August to see about actual diagnoses. My GP diagnosed me with GAD 20 years ago, but I don't know? Daily routines don't mess with me. Getting in my car to do daily stuff doesn't create anxiety as it does for many. My issue is that my mind races and when it gets onto something, it latches on like a Pitbull and doesn't let go. This time around, my brain, like when I was 8 years old) has latched onto death and loneliness. It's been suggested I may have mild Bipolar and that mood stabilizers may help.
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Exercise and Nutrition - I exercise often. Cycling and weight training. Last year, I got down to nearly 160lbs but was far too thin for my body type. I'm now a much healthier 185lbs. My face no longer looks like a skeleton.
THE PATH TO ZOLOFTSo 3 weeks ago, after realizing that part of the challenge may be isolation and loneliness, I started investigating ways to make new relationships. I work from home which is isolating and I was at a really low point. There was a local meetup group called "connections" and it's all about getting people together to create connections. 500 members with a goal to create meaningful relationships for people through social interaction and events. They had a meetup for mindfulness and meditation. So I'm thinking, this could help. Mindfulness is something I've been reading about and I'd love to address the loneliness. So I put myself out there. At this time, I'm anxious, I'm depressed and grasping. I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of waves and my head is going under and I can barely breathe. I decided, out of desperation to attend the event.
So I drove to the event and got there 10 minutes early. I walked through the front door and was the only one there. I was greeted by an older gentleman. We started talking and chatting and I asked how many people usually made it out and he replied with "well, we're trying."
I was the only one.
So we chatted for a while, waiting for others to show up. Nope. Nobody. Nobody came to the "connections" meetup. Closer to the end, I found out that the older gentleman was 52 years old. Only 4 years older than my wife. My heart sank... This old man is practically the same age as my wife. Now, I will say that my wife doesn't look for feel 48. She's active and beautiful and she's a wonderful person. I love her with all my heart and have for 22 years. Looking at us nobody would see the age difference.
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I left, got in my car and cried. I cried all the way to my mom's house. The emotional pain just needed to leave my body. I wasn't physically hurt, it was just overwhelming. I got to my moms house and gave her a big hug and cried in her arms. She knows I've been going through challenges, but I think this made it real for her.
And that's when I tapped out. I decided to start taking the Zoloft.
Fast forward a few days. Holy $hit. I would wake up at 2am with waves of emotion washing through me with such intensity and pain. It truly felt like a demonic force was trying to take over my body. That it was trying to work it's way in there. The emotional pain was so intense, that I gave my wife the bottle of Zoloft so that she could hide it from me for fear that I might suddenly, in a moment of weak desperation swallow the whole bottle. For the first time in my life, I researched what it's like to have suicidal tendencies because that's a question they always ask before an appt with a doctor. I checked off half of the list as being a potential candidate.
At this point, I could certainly understand how Robin Williams, Heath Ledger or Anthony Bourdain would have felt that this was the only way out...
5 days into it, I saw my doctor again and we both agreed to stop the Zoloft. That's when I decided to give the CBD oil a fair chance. I don't drink, I've never smoked (anything) and my ways of dealing with stress and anxiety have traditionally been through diet and exercise. Beyond that, I don't have any other escapes. No other vices. CBD oil feels like a failure to me but I'm getting over that.
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And so here I am. In 8 months I've gone from someone who's happy and interesting in things to anxious, depressed and uninterested. It's a terrible cycle. I was an 8.5/10 on the happiness scale for the last number of years. Fast forward to today, anxiety and depression rampage all over my life and leave me anxious and depressed.
Two things that helps.
1. Knowing I'm not alone and I'm not the only person to struggle.
2. Taking about it.
Anyways, this has gotten long. As per #2 above, I'm talking about it.
FWIW, very few know about this. Looking in from the outside, it's with envy from my peers. Nobody would see me as I truly am based on the image I project. Not all is what it seems.
Thanks for listening.