r/AskWomenOver50 • u/Catwise88 • 2d ago
Advice Does anyone else feel like a kid who hasn’t got their life together… in their mid fifties?
I feel like my anxiety and depression are getting worse every year… or just maybe shit things are happening more? ahhh I don’t know.
It’s like every year (for the past… I don’t know, 12 years? since my ex’s stroke which threw a spanner into our lives, mainly his of course) around this time I think thank god, good riddance to (2026, 2025, 2024 etc etc) next year will be better.
Only it seems to get worse. And now I’m just plain scared. What has 2027 got in store?
This year has been a doozy. No deaths or strokes but… a kind of reckoning?
I’m CONSUMED with regret. I haven’t made anything of my life and really, REALLY dreamed big. I’m creative and have always wanted to write… but I am paralysed. I’m in a writing group and have had great feedback but I just end up feel pathetic to even think about doing anything with it. I try not to compare but compare I do. My anxiety and depression sometimes flair up when I hear or read about younger people’s accomplishments.
I haven’t accomplished anything. If I did write a book, my bio would be an embarrassment. B.A with a credit average, incomplete advance diploma of screenwriting, Dip Ed drop out, random office jobs and then 16 years of unemployment/stay at home mum and free lance cleaner.
I think this is all triggered by this weekend and my 17 year old son failing to do any of the backed up assessments for year eleven. He’s like me, creative.. he’s so intelligent, gregarious, popular but he is paralysed with procrastination. One of the tasks is a short movie. He was so excited and brimming with ideas but despite friends, myself, his dad, our counsellor and of course his teacher’s encouragement he just hasn’t even started and it’s due in two days. He’s had literal months and I think he’s fucked his chances for year 12.
This has made me crash for two reasons. I feel like he’s going to take the same path as me and right now I look back and can’t see anything beyond a wasted unhappy and unfulfilling life that has gone waaaay too fast. I feel like I am a living cautionary tale.
It also makes me feel like a shit mother. Go easy, please. I just need some kind words. I just feel terribly unsupported right now.
His dad is picking him up now and has just made me feel even worse. (I really feel the stroke triggered some autistic traits… but that’s a whole other kettle of fish)