Such an odd feeling on the approach to and now that I am 50.
A mixture of fear of getting old, disappointment that I didn’t do more or gave up on things I shouldn’t have, that opportunities are now few, the loss of my looks, that my life isn’t what I planned, fear of diseases raising their ugly heads, that I didn’t do stuff I wanted to, that my DC are soon moving out and moving on etc.
It’s fucking horrible! Never had this before as always a generally optimistic person, every day is a start over type of thing.
Anyone else felt like this and when does it pass please?