I think it would kindle you to meet a few people your age. Where you could do that, being up in the mountains, I do not know. But you can find out. It can be a goal of yours, and it may allow you to set aside your exhaustion for a few days. Also, if you can try reading or doing something else escape the issue of money for a while, that might help you see the world in kinder light.
I don't know either and God knows I've tried! I know a lot of people, of all ages, but (unmarried) ones anywhere near my age are wrapped up with their children and grand-children and have few, if any, outside interests.
I'm in to photography, which a lot of people say they are, but.... I even tried to start a photography club, but that went nowhere; everyone was always "too busy" to go out and shoot. I've always led an active life but I guess others haven't and really don't want to.
I volunteer at the Food Pantry almost every week but they don't know me and I don't know them, although I do make an honest effort to. I guess I just don't know how. Same for the computer user group and the local historical society I "belong" to.
LOL. I've been to about every church around here. I went to one four Sundays in a row. I was usually the first one there and always the last one to leave. I felt like a fool waiting out in the lobby before and after the service, waiting, hoping, someone would at least come up and ask me my name. No one did. You have no idea how humiliating it was to finally be left standing out on the front porch, or whatever they call it, after the doors were locked and everyone had gone home. It was depressing, not to mention cold.
Like most people in my business, I seem friendly and out-going, but it's just a facade. Or an act, which would be more like it. Underneath I'm actually shy and terribly insecure, and know it.
I had a physical last week and got the results back today. Nothing wrong with me there at least. My head is something else. The VA certainly takes care of us, even down to providing lots of free little blue pills and anti-depressants that'll have you tap-dancing on the ceiling. They pass out pills like it's candy.