I get how you feel. I’m 59 and had to retire on disability due to anxiety. I spend my days sitting in my chair journaling and reading different things. I live with my kids. They both work from home, but I don’t want to bother them during the day. I really don’t know what to do with myself, and the anxiety is getting worse.

I am 73, going through a bad bout of depression. I also have a hard time finding things to do during the day. My hobby is knitting, but I don't always feel well enough to knit. My brother and his wife live nearby, but I don't want to bring them down with my crying. I am trying to find suitable support groups to attend. No local NAMI groups. Where I used to live, they were weekly and a great help. I have pain due to arthritis, which also limits me. My 24 year old grandson died suddenly five months ago so a lot of this could be grief. I began seeing a therapist last week. She told me to be kind to myself. I needed that advice. I think a lot of us with mental struggles tend to be hard on ourselves and it just makes things worse. I am trying different meds and will not give up! I have been here (severely depressed) before and got better and will again. "Patience, grasshopper."