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I thought mid-life crises were supposed to happen, well -- mid-life! And I'm only in the first third of mine.
Part of my depression, though, is age-related. Here I am, turning 31 next weekend, and I have nothing to show for my life. I'm nowhere near where I wanted to be, and that's got me all twisted around. I live in a house I hate, in a neighborhood I hate, and I can't afford to fix that. I'm still in school, I can barely pay my bills, and I'm never quite sure who I am anymore.
Every so often I get the urge to cut all ties and start over somewhere else. That urge is really strong right now, even though I know it's not smart.
Part of my depression, though, is age-related. Here I am, turning 31 next weekend, and I have nothing to show for my life. I'm nowhere near where I wanted to be, and that's got me all twisted around. I live in a house I hate, in a neighborhood I hate, and I can't afford to fix that. I'm still in school, I can barely pay my bills, and I'm never quite sure who I am anymore.
Every so often I get the urge to cut all ties and start over somewhere else. That urge is really strong right now, even though I know it's not smart.
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Welcome to the Thirtysomething Crisis club. Pull up a chair; help yourself to the sodas in the fridge.
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