Hello All,
Right now, I find myself between a rock and a hard place, and my depressive symptoms are worsening because of it. Allow me to explain…
I’m a 58-year-old professional man who, through no major personal fault, has found myself unemployed. Until June 2016, I held a grant-funded research job which ended unexpectedly when – you guessed it – the superiors who held the grant moved en masse to another institution. I had very little warning about this, and promptly enrolled in some graduate courses at a nearby university while deciding what to do next.
Back in December, I decided to re-enter the job market in my former field. But it’s been tough sledding this time around – because of a tight job market and, perhaps, because of my age. I’ve received excellent support during my new search from former mentors and colleagues, but just haven’t been able to get anything to click so far. I’m trying hard not to panic about this, as I understand that professionals who lose jobs these days may face 12-18 months of unemployment before finding their next gig.
Normally, my depression expresses itself as dysthymia – a condition for which exercise and 10 mg/day of Prozac are normally of great help. But now, I find myself in a pretty deep funk. During the work week, my “job” is to rise every day, apply for work, engage in networking, and try to stay chipper about all of this.
Isolation is also a problem for me now, as I’m living in a place that’s physically distant from my main support networks. I’ve been dating a little bit, and trying to walk a financial tightrope in the process. It’s a blessing to find women who like to spend time together… without expecting that I “break the bank” to finance our get-togethers. I know a handful of such good souls, but finding people who’ll join me in this “friendship first” approach has been a challenge.
The sum total of this… is that I’ve been getting up each morning, lately, in a physically rested but emotionally exhausted state. For the foreseeable future, my job will be to find the next job… and to deal with an inevitable patch of loneliness in the process.
My therapist and doctor agree that I should increase my dose of Prozac to 20 mg/day, and to visit with the doc in a month or so for a follow-up.
Can anyone out there speak to these circumstances… and tell me that there is hope at the end of the tunnel? I would never hurt myself. But the depth of tired and negative emotions I’m feeling during this bout of joblessness is becoming a burden. I know that I’m a worthy and deserving human being, but I keep ruminating about various decisions and “crossroads” experiences in my life that I might have handled better – obviating the need for me to be in this sort of mess right now.
Thanks in advance for any bits of kind wisdom you may be able to offer.
Take care,
Mike