Ugh, it's painful for me to be honest about this: yes. I'm 50+ and while there are many things I am thankful for, the things that I am truly enthusiastic about are dwindling. I used to get stoked about travel, and then I traveled a lot and became weary with it. One vacation seemed to bleed into another, and it started to become more hassle than it was worth. But far more bothersome is that I've lost tolerance for the things that I used to enjoy. Just for example: when I was in my 20s, I used to really look forward to going to the salon and getting a new haircut. These days, I actively dread going to the stylist; I see sitting in a chair for an hour as a big waste of time, even if it accomplishes something very basic and necessary.

The only real thing that I look forward to is spending time with my friends and the ones that I love. That will never grow old, to my mind. A trip to the art gallery or a little boutique, coffee in the 'hood ... all of these quiet activities have deep meaning to me. I remember conversations and connections more than I do the "big" events. I think that perhaps this is what it means to appreciate the simple things in life. How can that possibly be bad?

I think it's probably much harder for women than men. Even though we know better intellectually, society traditionally reinforces the fallacy that a woman's value is synonymous with her sexual appeal. We have been in "competition" with one another for our whole lives, and if we reach our silver years mate-less, there is a deep-down sense of failure, even if our lives are happy enough without a man. In a lot of ways, it's worse than empty nest syndrome.

Have you told your physician all of this?
They might be able to help.
I hope it gets better.