Hi, There Are Activities I Once Loved. You Could Even

Hi, There are activities I once loved. You could even say that I once had ambition motivated by a drive to accomplish or finish interesting tasks. Once menopause fully set in (ten years into it), my ambition, drive, and interest in activities that used to be part of who I am diminished by degrees, just recently reaching level zero. I am surrounded in my home by remnants of me--my classroom activities (I was an innovative educator), my novel writing (I've composed fiction novels and non-fiction papers), my love for science and music. Even my love for gardening has utterly vanished. I cannot get out of bed. I try, and five minutes later, there I am laying down again, appalled by who I have become. What is wrong with me? This has drastically impaired my ability to function as a useful member of my society.