Yes, age is just a number and all that. But 40 feels like such a watershed. I recently read that women over 40 shouldn't grow their hair long anymore. And women over 40 shouldn't do this and shouldn't dress like that. I think if I were my normal self I could laugh about it.
But I have had a really tough year last year being sick for the entire second half of it. It started with catching covid in June which turned into long covid with a myriad of symptoms (palpitations, dizzyness, chest pain, muscle aches, joint pain, extreme fatigue, terrible forgetfulness, brain fog... and more that I can't remember (hah)). My hair fell out as well.
I have an intellectually demanding full-time job. I only managed to work for about 5 weeks during the second half of last year. And right now I am just about surviving but I don't feel like I am really staying afloat and think I need to reduce my hours which is easier said than done (small company with fewer than 10 employees).
I love to exercise, I normally really go for it but I cannot do anything that raises my heart rate without it leading to an energy crash one or two days later.
So I am doing daily yoga which makes me feel a little better but even that drains me energy wise.
I have two small kids (5 and 3) who are lovely but that means it's very hard to get enough time to myself to recover in any case.
I have been fighting with my husband about the split of the household for the last decade. It's an ongoing battle.
My hair got so thin I had to cut it shorter in December and the hairdresser said I should only have a blunt cut as layers would make it look too wispy (see above about long hair at 40+: I like wearing it long).
I have looked younger than my age for most of my teenage/adult life- it actually annoyed me a lot in my 20's. I recently noticed that my laugh lines don't disappear anymore when I stop smiling.
I just feel like I have been falling apart physically in a very short space of time and it's hard to cope with. I hope that the long covid will eventually resolve but there is no guarantee.
And to top this none of my many parents (after two divorces I basically have six parents and all these people have one single child between them: myself) or in-laws even sent me a birthday card. They manage just fine to send cards and presents to my husband and children and they do get cards/presents from us. All of them live several hours away.
This has really hurt me. I have had such a shitty last year, I am barely, no actually I am not keeping it together, I have always looked out for everyone but now for the first time I need help and encouragement and it feels like there is nothing forthcoming.
I don't really have an AIBU just please: give me a remote hug and tell me it'll be OK.