Yes, I do...more than ever. I was just layed off from my job of 8 years due to outsourcing. I'm single with no kids, (and gay, yet not a part of the "LGBT community", as I don't fit "the lifestyle", yet can't be with the one person I ever loved that way). Work was the last thing I had in life, after I both cut off my family in 2017 after I found some nasty skeletons in the closet, and also lost my best friend at that same time. Then the world shut down. Now, this. I left the house for the first time since I found out this week, to go to the store, and almost broke down in tears in public thinking about how this might be it, and no one would miss me.
I got severance, and most likely will get unemployment, but my lease is up at the end of May. So I have to not only find a job, but a new place, as I don't know where I will be working, or if I will be able to afford this place once unemployment runs out. But worse than the uncertainty of work and home is that I have to start over again from scratch with people in the workplace. I have few connections in real life, now, and have no emotional or physical support, no one to even get a hug from.
I was already on borrowed time. I wanted to die after I found out about my family, but I didn't have the means. Then my best friend left. Then, as I started to rebuild and get myself together, and tried to find community online, which held me for a little bit, but I'm already introverted/Aspergerish, and a bit of an outsider, and on the sidelines, "watching the wheels". But I had sever kidney stone blockage for six months and almost died from that. (And I even wanted to, but survived it.) Then another 6 months to get back in shape and feeling alive, only for the world to shut down with Covid, and be cut off from most contact. Now, this; the last vestige of structure and support.
I am trying to tell myself that it will work out, that I have time and money to find something new, and maybe even something better. I've done it before. But I'm almost 48, and I just don't have the emotional fuel, this time. I was already planning my exit, now that I have the method and means in hand, once I payed down the last of my debts. I was only a few months away from doing so at this point, and was going to take it day-by-day, after that, and see where things went, what life choices were open to me. But now I feel like my hand is being forced. With severance, I could pay it off in a couple of weeks easily with money left to carry me while I figure out what's next. But that just feels like a cruel dangling carrot to keep me going indefinitely. The anxiety of having to find a job, a place, and start all over (that doesn't even cover the difficulty of trying to do so in the current economy/political climate), with no emotional and personal support, with no reason beyond my simply existing to exist...I've been lonely for too long, and I don't have it in me to start anew with strangers, at this point.