I’m 53 and have been questioning it for a few years. I just have to make that doctor’s appointment to ask about it . That’s my goal for next week. It was also my goal last week, last month, and the last couple years… one day/week at a time.
After my morning coffee everything sounds like a great idea, but it’s too early in the morning to do anything about it because that window of time is designated peaceful quiet moment before I have to work. I’ll just do it this afternoon after work…
I just found out yesterday that I am Bipolar, have severe anxiety and depression, PTSD and likely ADHD but it’ll take a while to figure out cause they all have overlapping symptoms. Apparently I’ve been playing as a beginner on expert mode all along. Getting actual diagnosis for these things is a while thing unto itself where I live. It’s not real easy to get a psychologist unless you pay out of pocket. I don’t have money for that.
It took a long time. Had to quit booze. Straighten up my life some. Have a family to care about. Almost die from crazy cancer. Before I made the calls. Don’t beat yourself up too bad.
Just moved to far northern Maine, myself. It’s a house, not a cabin, but I have 10 acres of land, and almost nobody in Maine feels the need to fuck with you. Everyone wants to do their own thing, and be left alone, so everybody leaves everyone else alone. I feel like I have come home.
I’m your northern neighbor. I live in nowhere land on the east coast of Canada. A house/homestead on 250 acres of forest land. With another 250 acres behind me of just trees. We have a little hand built log cabin in the middle as a getaway and “retirement” pad so we can give the house to the kids so they have somewhere to live. I’m pretty solitary now as an old fella aside from my family.
Just working on diagnosis at 50. You’re lucky if you worked it out by 30.
I’m 53 and have been questioning it for a few years. I just have to make that doctor’s appointment to ask about it . That’s my goal for next week. It was also my goal last week, last month, and the last couple years… one day/week at a time.
After my morning coffee everything sounds like a great idea, but it’s too early in the morning to do anything about it because that window of time is designated peaceful quiet moment before I have to work. I’ll just do it this afternoon after work…
I just found out yesterday that I am Bipolar, have severe anxiety and depression, PTSD and likely ADHD but it’ll take a while to figure out cause they all have overlapping symptoms. Apparently I’ve been playing as a beginner on expert mode all along. Getting actual diagnosis for these things is a while thing unto itself where I live. It’s not real easy to get a psychologist unless you pay out of pocket. I don’t have money for that.
It took a long time. Had to quit booze. Straighten up my life some. Have a family to care about. Almost die from crazy cancer. Before I made the calls. Don’t beat yourself up too bad.
Got mine less than a year ago at 41. My whole fucked up life makes sense.
It’s crazy how it all makes so much sense that I’ve always wanted to just live in a cabin in the woods and exist.
Just moved to far northern Maine, myself. It’s a house, not a cabin, but I have 10 acres of land, and almost nobody in Maine feels the need to fuck with you. Everyone wants to do their own thing, and be left alone, so everybody leaves everyone else alone. I feel like I have come home.
I’m your northern neighbor. I live in nowhere land on the east coast of Canada. A house/homestead on 250 acres of forest land. With another 250 acres behind me of just trees. We have a little hand built log cabin in the middle as a getaway and “retirement” pad so we can give the house to the kids so they have somewhere to live. I’m pretty solitary now as an old fella aside from my family.
I’m in that cabin. Slowly pushing the outside world as far away as I can get it, while maintaining access to hospitals and whatnot.