desperate788 wrote:Thinking about 70s causes sorrow and melancholy at me. Thinking about people who were young then. Why?
Maybe those were your best years. Maybe you think it's all over for you, and nothing good will ever happen again.
Desperate, I'm old enough to be your mother. I've been through those horrified feelings, more than once. I have a voluntary job but I'd like to be earning my own money, and no one will hire me.
I still have hope. I continue to write, and to submit my stories to publishers. I love it when my work is published. Life is still interesting for me.
I wish you could shake off whatever cloud is hanging over you, and I'm glad you've made an appointment at the private hospital. You can't do it by yourself and no one on the forum can help you. Take whatever hope is offered. All psychiatrists have different ways of working. I really hope this one can help you.
There's no going back to a former you (or me!) who had so much fun. But there's acceptance of what is, and continuing to pursue our goals. Giving up is not an option!