The rainy weather wasn't helping (even though here in CA we REALLY needed it). Then my little Yorkie (16 years) died. I was forced into early retirement (after 21 years!), but I think I'm adjusting. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. I was /so/ tired of my daily 4 hours commuting to the city for my job. A little bit scared about my future finances, but that is something that might be fixed this year.
But it is Spring now, and I'm not crying so much when I think of my little doggie. I am very empathetic, and very upset over the killing of innocent Ukrainians. I fear for my country which seems to be heading towards fascism. Every where I turn it seems people are trying to scam us, lie to us, steal from us. So tired of the lying. I miss honesty and integrity.
While I have everything that I need (shelter, food, family, health-more-or-less), I just couldn't shake this deep dark sense of despair.
Anyway, it was getting pretty bad. Until it wasn't. What worked for me: I have been micro-dosing Psilocybin (my doctor prescribed me Wellbutrin, but I'm not ready to commit to taking something like that for the rest of my life, and I wanted to give this a try first).
Well, I'm glad I did.
It seems to be working. Definitely feeling better. I'm still dis-interested in going anywhere. That might be part of Covid, and I live very rural, it is a 30 minute drive to the closest store.
I do Love Spring more than any other season, and right now, outside, it is Glorious. I'm going to do some work around the house/garden today.
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I'm glad you are feeling better. And I agree. Don't give up. Things often get better with just time (and maybe a little sunshine).