We all have hopes and exciting dreams for new adventures when we decide to retire. We meet it with a little anxiety because it represents and reminds us that we are aging. Many of us have raised families, pulled ourselves out of bed with the chickens, fought rush hour traffic, juggled grocery shopping, meal preparation, our children’s daily needs and activities along with the demands of our careers. Those years of abundant energy start to fade in our golden years and we become ready to slow down, take things a little easier and have the luxury to stop and really smell those roses. Traveling is high on the list of things to plan and look forward to.
But, here’s our story…
Immediately after retiring I went and got a dog. Actually my adult children found her and gave her to me for Christmas. Because my husband had not yet retired and had no immediate plans to do so, I enjoyed a couple of months training my new puppy and being a stay at home housewife. The next few years found me working again but this time, part time and doing something I thoroughly enjoyed; working with children. We traveled to Alaska, Hawaii, my birth state of Ohio, Michigan and Italy. Life was good!
So what’s this I hear? “All good things come to an end?” I can remember it to the day. Running with our kids in downtown Sacramento to get to a concert, we had to stop because my husband got a charley horse. No big deal, he was 55. Well, 3 months later he was having surgery to clear an artery in his leg. Over the course of 5 more years he would endure 10 surgeries, resulting in neuropathy. Of course pain meds were prescribed and boy are those bad news. I’m so proud of him for weaning himself off those when his brain was falsely telling him he needed more and more to cope.
Four years ago things started to really unravel. Agoraphobia set in and he was afraid to leave the house. Was it a result of being off opioids? We researched it and found others lives improved. Why was his going in another direction? We sought help through psychologists and psychiatrists and he did everything they said to try and overcome this unfounded sudden fear. Nothing helped.
These past 4 years have been nothing short of hell trying to see life right side up instead of upside down. When he wakes up in the morning, he wishes he didn’t have to. He can’t wait for bedtime. Sleep has become his only escape. If you see him, he will smile and mask where he really is inside; in a deep dark depression with extreme anxiety. He wants you to see the old him. He wants you to still know him as that fun guy at work, the one that joked and made you laugh, the helpful neighbor that was always outside maintaining our yard, the friend that enjoyed socializing and welcomed everyone to our home. That husband that couldn’t wait to plan another vacation to Hawaii where we so often enjoyed snorkeling, is no longer there. He is a victim of clinical depression and anxiety that he never saw coming. It hit fast, hard and completely out of the blue.
This illness is of no fault of his own. He can’t will himself back into normalcy. When I sit outside on my deck feeling such peace and joy with nature, he can’t. There is no joy in the mind of the depressed, no matter how hard they try or how hard we try for them.
Today, he is on a new medication and we are giving it time. So far there is no change but we continue to have hope. What else can we have? We pray daily for relief, help and understanding for ourselves and others that are victims.
One day, some day, maybe just maybe, these raindrops will turn into rainbows and we can once again live that wonderful life of retirement we had envisioned. That is our dream.
I wanted to share our story for others that suffer along with their families. We understand your pain. We are here for you and just want you to know that you aren’t alone. We wish you relief, peace and most of all the joy that you so much deserve back in your life.