Ooh, I dunno.
Perhaps employers regarding people over about 40 as undesirable? Direct experience of that. Employers wanting a degree for entry level jobs plus experience which puts younger people on the back foot.
In terms of mental health, what could I have done to protect it more in the last five years? Well, I could have not looked after my dying mother at home at the beginning of lockdown, which was because she was unsafe alone in her own flat and support for cancer sufferers, apart from district nurses to do her drains every other day, vanished because Covid. I could have avoided all the sadmin such as clearing her rented flat and other bureaucracy while trying to comply with the lickdown restrictions.
I could also have been blasé about the hit my shop took, culminating in having to downsize it and re-locate it during 2021, because, ya know, I wanted to work and be self sufficient and contribute to society.
Then, one month after our grand re-opening, I should have shrugged off my partner collapsing from a brain bleed at home, testing positive for Covid on admittance to hospital, being unable to visit him until he had a second brain bleed that I was informed about on my sodding birthday. Then I suppose I could have shrugged off his accidental extubation when he was transferred from one ICU to another, when I was allowed to visit, because the portable ventilator fell off the end of the bed. Then I could have avoided sitting at his bedside waiting for him to die for 72 hours.
Funeral (which had to be on my late mothers birthday) and further sadmin could have been avoided I suppose. Then discovering at postmortem three months later he'd had aggressive esophageal cancer that had metastised to his liver, lungs and brain was a bit of a kicker but I suppose that's just life.
Should have been over joyed to be back in my shop, where custom dried up after the grief whores had their fill of weeping and wailing over his loss, as he was quite prominent in the local community. Hung on for nearly two years, racked up 10 grands worth of debt, finally decided to move out of area, and before I could coherently wind things up, both my elderly parents went into crisis so as an only child, I had to firefight that.
In the same two month period, I was served a Section 21, was visiting SM in hospital every other day while Dad fought off pneumonia at home, then ended up with my Dad living with me temporarily due to domestic violence from batshit mentally unwell SM after she was discharged early from a section because a particularly arrogant psychiatrist put everythingdown to a "marital spat" . Was simultaneously trying to wind up my business, help Dad (85) get council accommodation which was a bloody nightmare I can't even begin to explain, find myself alternative accommodation, downsizing from a 4 bed house, accommodate a vast amount of stuff into storage.. it goes on and fucking on. But it's just life right?
Dad's currently in hospital and I'm two weeks in of daily visits, and bracing for prolonged caring responsibilities as despite his laundry list of health issues (nuclear test veteran, natch) he's sharp as a tack and determined to live till he's 90.
Our greatest strength comes from adversity, does it? Oh, I put on a good front, but the only reason I haven't topped myself is because it would upset other people. After bills and rent, I have less than 200 a month to live on. No, I won't give up my cats, it would give me one less reason to live.
As for work - I'm angry, defensive, and I'm sure an employer would be thrilled silly to accommodate my Dad's care needs, and likely ongoing crises, which are unlikely to be fully met by social care.
Did I mention my MIL? Cared for her at home fir nearly two years before my Mum got her cancer diagnosis. She's end stage dementia, in a nursing home, with possible bowel cancer, and seizures, her demise is imminent and she stopped recognising us 5 years ago. Non verbal, like a tiny bird in the foetal position due to muscle contracture. She was in the care home on the South coast that had the carbon monoxide area and I can't visit her easily because her new nursing home is not directly accessible by public transport without it costing several hundred pounds. I spend all my time liaising with social workers, medical professionals and officialdom in general.
Yes, I'm anxious. I've weathered many storms but now I'm suffering from CPTSD and if I didn't have a monthly chat with a lovely social prescriber, which is the only help I can currently access I would be a complete basket case, alongside about three friends who support me as much as they can despite their own significant issues.
So tell me, how could I have avoided all these "triggers" and my current existential crisis? My big girl pants are the size of a fucking marquee.