Don't ask me. I am in weekly counseling sessions for retirement anxiety. Seems like it really is a thing, some folks can never relax. I worried myself sleepless over the cost of the sessions and then remembered that I have Medicare now.
Kids raised and on their own, car paid for, guaranteed yearly winters in southern Florida without even having to babysit and yet I am begging to babysit. My house is almost paid off and the new roof, windows and living room are paid off. The grandkids like me and I like them (duh). I have two sibs that drive me nuts but we are close and caring. My daughters are beginning to see reason in the way they were raised, not exactly a truce but they no longer call me Mommy Dearest. Nice garden to work it all off in-- I still manage to truncate my sleep with mindless worries.
Maybe when I can get away from me things will get better. --s6