I did my research and this affects men and women who are typically age 45 to 65.
It can also be another term for just feeling exhausted, the feeling of grief/ loss, and anxiety 😟. Worrying about self identity, and own mortality. In some cases, this is where you see people splurging and doing things that are out of the norm and the saying “YOLO” kicks in. This means, “You Only Live Once!”
I decided to write about this because after losing my mom in 2019, a lot had changed in me. My perspective in life has changed. I talk to my friends about their own experiences and observe how others behave.
I wouldn’t lie, but there are times — after the loss of my mom, I started having dark thoughts. I realize I’m not the only one. I question myself a lot. I always say …. “Does it really matter?” I apply this question to scenarios in my life that brings me grief and exhaustion.
We become more prayerful as we get older. I find myself praying for a lot more people. Prayer for me quiets my mind, my soul, a form of meditation and security – knowing everything will be ok.
I switch to being on a “thanksgiving mode” every time I find myself complaining. Being grateful for what I have instead of focusing on what I don’t have.
Easier said than done, and that is why it’s a constant reminder and an ongoing practice in understanding human behavior and emotions.
I’m not sure if everyone feels this way. But one can’t help but think 🤔 if we are all getting up there in age, and we all see what happens to people our age—the saying “Life is Short” really applies!
We start searching for our purpose. Making a difference and focusing on things that can bring fulfilment. I go through my days trying to be creative and channeling energy into something I enjoy doing.
It’s not easy when I start feeling blah 😒
Social media has helped connect me with friends, and it became a platform to share anything and everything that inspires me!
I know that I have feelings of being caught in this “Midlife Crisis” so to say. I remind myself to be more accepting and forgiving of my own idiosyncratic ways, of my shortcomings, and my flaws.
Why do I like to talk about this? Why can’t I just go on with my life not pounding this understanding of oneself.
I do it for me! And if I can help someone realize that they are not alone, even better!
This is life as we know it. We do what we can to the best of our ability. That’s the only thing we can do. Doing our best!
When I struggle with my emotions, the only cure is myself. Happiness and contentment begins and ends with me.
As long as I know I’m in control. Just like in the poem that William Ernest Henley wrote…
“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul” 🙌🏻 🙌🏻 🙌🏻