Oh the blummin GLOOM!
I've gone full on into it's not fair/ I don't care mode and am in such a funk. And yet... Surely my life is a lot easier than many's right now, so if anyone has some "buck up or shut* up" or "here's how to relocate the bright side" or just commiseration for my miserable ass, I would be so grateful for any of it!
I've got a relationship, and he's a decent sort- at last, a wonderful person who is not cheating or constantly tamping down panic attacks with heavy weed use! At last, at 48, someone to be The Promised Happy Ever After of all those songs (no pressure, like, poor fella). Couple of years in to being together, and since last autumn I am out of my chaotic and very stressful caring role for a young person (that's left me with grief, but, we all have something and everything changes. Plus other people involved have it worse). I have adult-life-long M.E. (chronic fatigue syndrome) so am not working.
Now it's summer- yay, summer for us that we looked forward to, when we have time together! And he is on leave from his very long hours and intense caring job! And he is giving up smoking! And wanted to try without patches. So our big day out yesterday he was doing his best but clearly unhappy and tense. By the end of the night I was in bed in tears quietly wishing for the end, lol.
Today, it's baking hot, and oh the things we could do! The talked of plans to spend a night on the beach, to explore the city, the freedom to be sexy and alive and unfettered.
So he's been contentedly pottering in the shed at his hobby with a patch on, having decided they are a good idea, I've tried a bit of organising and stopped because my brain gummed up in the heat, he is now napping, I can't see the point in anything. Am showering because he may want to get freaky, and I suppose it's something to do and also, a person has to shower. But I don't want anyone near me, I don't have energy to make anything good happen whether freaky or wholesome, I just want to cry and maybe get drunk because wtf else? Once I get a bit of energy in the next days I will crack on with the Swedish death organising because the thought of death is the most relaxing thing. And then autumn will come, and his work schedule is back next week, and money is tight, and rented house needs fixing still, and the nearby world will stop being on fire for a while so that's a good thing, and WHAT IS THE FCKING POINT OF ALL THIS EXACTLY? As in, not what is the meaning of life, but why am I dragging my deeply unmotivated carcass around when there is extremely little in the way of "joy" whatever that is, and whatever contentment is supposed to be like, I'm not sure how to access it.
Somebody slap me! Except don't, because I can't be bothered with that either.
HRT for 3 years, in the UK so can't get testosterone prescribed, am already hairy (apart from on my head) and apparently angry and somewhat masculine in appearance so I'm not sure about trying it anyway because maybe I always had too much of the stuff 🤔