Even as I write this, I am not entirely sure what I'm doing here! I'm 54 years old, poor, and I'm pretty sure I just broke up with my s/o. Oh, did I mention that I was recently a patient in the psych ward? Yep, it's true. Life is hard, and sometimes it is too heavy to bear on your own. The trick is knowing when to ask for help. I didn't know when to ask, and it was almost too late. Thanks to my BFF, I did make it to the hospital before it was too late, and now I am learning why I respond to stress, anxiety and depression the way I do, and how to cope in a healthier way. I'm also working to change my situation. Going back to school is the start. After working in the health care field for most of my life, I burned out, I needed a change, so I took a leave of absence, and I am figuring out what I can do that makes ME happy. I'm done trying to live up to the expectations of others, and just "do me". (Just as soon as I figure out who "me" is!) I would like this to be a place where we can come together and have real talk about real life. The wins as well as the losses, and share how you have handled to tough situations, because I guarantee you, if it is happening to you, you are not alone. Join me on this journey, and let's learn from each other.

Hi! I'm Amy! I'm sure many of you are asking "What is Our Third Act?" - Nope, I'm not talking about part of a play, I'm talking about our third act of life. A while ago I was scrolling through tedTalks (I don't know who Ted is, but he knows an awful lot about everything!) I happened upon a talk given by Jane Fonda where she discussed to idea that just because we are getting older, or maybe even retired, we still have a lot of life. If you consider that our retirement age is 65, and many people are living well into our 80's, that means 20 or more years of life! The question is what do we DO with this third act? I'm not quite retirement age, but I have reached a point in my life where I need a change. I've also had some mental health issues that are pushing their way to the forefront of my life. I've reached a point where I have to make a change. A change for myself. Something to make my life worth living. So, here I am, working on my mental health, working on my relationships, and going back to school. Yep, I'm a 54 year old freshman! I might be getting older, but I'm not dead yet!