What was your hardest age?
Looking back over the years, I have to say that my hardest years were the years around 50 to 58. These were the years when I went through my second divorce and eventually had to retire from my job due to disability. These two events brought on severe depression and I had to battle my way through it every day. The failure of my second marriage was a tremendous blow to me, even though it hadn’t been going well for some years. But my husband didn’t want to try to work things out and that disappointed me. I had been going through depression and I felt as if he just threw me away since I wasn’t perfect. He didn’t apparently believe in his vows of “in sickness and in health.” He was very cruel about the way he served me with the divorce papers; it came as a total shock to me. There was no discussion; it was a done deal. I was crushed. My depression, of course, became worse. But somehow I managed to get through it and do my job, although I had to move to another city where I knew no one. I learned to make friends in my new city and made a life for myself there, but never fully recovered from my depression and migraines.
I could never fully keep up with my job, of which I had been so proud, and eventually I had to take disability retirement from the job that I loved so much. That, too, made my depression worse but I did the best i could and moved back to my “hometown” and started life over again. I made new friends again and joined groups and volunteered, but I have never fully recovered from these two events. That’s why I would say that they were my hardest years.