Years ago, I found that I wasn't going to be able to achieve my dreams and be married to this husband. So I gave up my dreams, because that was easier. I was depressed, eventually ended up at home, disabled, and got better meds, so I'm calm.

When I stopped seeing a therapist (I still see a pdoc), I eventually stopped having angst. My husband and I saw a marriage counselor long enough to learn how to resolve our differences.

I find being part of this community gives me a chance to help and be helped. It's a small contribution to the world, but it's enough, along with being kind in traffic and to sales people.

This is the first time in my life that I haven't been working on a self improvement project and I'm wondering if there's something wrong with me. Or is this how it's supposed to be when you get older?