Is it perimenopause, at 46? Burnout? Depression? Having life experience, so little novelty?
Absolutely everything is fine, but I am so restless and not happy with anything, nothing gives me joy. I have time, resources and health to do whatever I want this weekend but whatever I do feels like going through the motions, passing time rather than experiencing life to the full. I might as well work or sleep. Ironically, this detached misery serves me well at work, as I can’t get worked up about anything and make very rational decisions and come across as calm and logical.
And I despise myself for feeling like this when I have everything to be happy. I am too embarrassed to bring this up IRL with anyone (who anyway?) when so many people struggle with real challenges.