It’s been even quieter than usual here on Chic n’ Geek…and just from me, in general. Once you get in that blog rut, it’s almost easier to just let it ride and have it serve as the natural sunset to the phase of your life documented on the blog, or that part of your identity. The concept of which is why I’m back here, writing, I guess–because I figured what better place to live your empty nesting existential crisis out loud than on your pretty much defunct blog?
So I recently became an empty nester, something about which I haven’t been able to write or really even talk because it’s still too weird/new/sad. And what better way to ease into one major life transition than to just up and quit your job too? Because who needs stability? Or money to pay two college tuitions?
So, yeah, that’s what I’ve been doing. Weirdly, it took me a month after dropping my son, my youngest, off at college, to stop and wonder “hm, I wonder if empty nest depression is a thing?” Apparently it is…well, sort of. Apparently it is “not a clinical diagnosis“…so, in other words, you just get over it. Kind of like you’re supposed to just get over postpartum depression, I guess…although that is, if not, apparently, its own clinical diagnosis, but is a recognized actual thing. I will say that this empty nest whatever it is isn’t as bad as postpartum depression was for me…but that’s just me. All I know is that it’s hit me like a much tinier, lighter pile of bricks than actual depression, leaving me more stunned than sad, but feeling some kind of feels that are new and weird and stultifying.
Anyway, I won’t bore/scare you with more right now, but I figure the way through this is probably through writing, so why not write here in case it helps someone else out there who’s white-knuckling her way through this empty nest thing. Here are apparently the best eight empty nest essays, which I’m off to read and ponder.