Past 20 yrs i am a self employed artist, earning well, contented and ambitious.
Long term relationship, renting but by choice, no kids but love pets, bobbed along happily enough.
Since covid i have come apart. I don't know why as i haven't been clobbered by it. However i did have plans to move house and do new things, perhaps learn a new skill, etc.
Both parents died between 2019 and 2020. Am in my mid forties. For some reason i just stopped. I don't paint, create, bother to work or deal with clients. I am lucky that a lot of my income is passive or i would be fucked.
I did inherit. 5 figures. Have a few plans, feel lucky to have that option.
But here i am, online every night, not working. I want to work again. THis is the first time in my life i just cant be arsed working. I can sliver along on my earnings, and have good savings to bump me up, but i cant persist this way.
I love my work, it isnt that i need a new calling. I just cant fucking get the paint out and bother.
I am not depressed, even though i know most people reading this will describe it as such. I know and understand depression - this is something else, not grief, more like a stasis, a weird paralysis.
It is like i stopped working and ant find the switch to put it back on. I criticise it and compare it to others like i never did before. This isnt me at all and i dont like it!
I wonder if the inheritance and loss had jigged me up? I was a bit pampered by my parents to be honest, and true self sufficiency is new to me. There was always this safety net. I think the terror of this is hitting me like a delayed reaction. I am scared of the money sitting there and having to spend it to survive. If I dont get back to working i wont earn, soon.
Any advice, am i being an arse?