I think I’m depressed because life isn’t great rather than it’s inevitable? But it might be? I don’t know.
I don’t love where I live but it’s fine. Work 2 days a week. Had secondary infertility that isn’t going anywhere (mid 40s now). Dc at school.
i’m constantly tired. Listless. Don’t want to do things that I need to do - practical and nice things like planning a holiday or booking stuff I need to etc. I get showered and dressed each day, drop my child off at school, cook healthy dinners, socialise intermittently. Exercise. Read. I’m doing all the stuff I’m “supposed to”.
i’m taking HRT, so it isn’t that.
But I’m so foggy and depressed and sort of think: what’s the point? I am completely and utterly unfulfilled.