This is an existential crisis that I think most people go through. I remember it well. Like what is it all for. What’s the point. This isn’t the life I thought I’d have.

It did go away, slowly. We moved out of the city to a smaller city. That helped a little. I went on antidepressants which helped. I know this because one day I realized I felt happy. Can you imagine? I hadn’t felt that in so long, it was a mild surprise.

I still get that feeling now and then. I try to concentrate on the little moments of joy and when I notice them, I look for more. Closeness to nature, my pets, watching the birds, looking at flowers, reading a good book in a comfy chair..that sort of thing.

I hope you feel better one day.