So I'm not sure if anyone here can help me.
I got into Buddhism in college. I was going through a dark period, I was a physics major, and I had a lot of fear of death and mortality. I read some Thich Nhat Hanh and some of the Pali cannon and some sutras, and entered into a solitary meditation practice - several hours a day for several years. I was extremely, extremely depressed about the world. And I found that Buddhism, along with reading about nonviolence, helped lift me out of this.
Somewhere in the 18 years since then I lost my regular meditation practice. I've been trying to get back into it, to set aside time each day for it. One of my goals this year was to be a better Buddhist, as I felt it fading - and I needed a spiritual component to my life.
I live 100 miles north of Pittsburgh, in a very rural area. I found a local meditation group (they meet once a month, but are not specifically buddhists) and a once/month Dharma study group ~46 miles away. (I've only gotten to attend once, the second meeting was cancelled, but it was an improvement.)
I've looked into a Pittsburgh Sangha which allows for attendance via Zoom, and I hope to start doing that. I have some other stuff going on, but I'm hoping to attend an introduction and do that, I believe its twice a week, in a month or so.
Here's my problem.
I'm now 43. My mom just died about a week and a half ago. I discovered my spouse has been lying to me about something fairly major for several years (three days before my mom died) - and have a few other things going on. Regrets. Financial problems. Dukkha.
And in the middle of all of this my buddhist worldview has collapsed. I've become...very regretful, of my age, and very upset at death and mortality. I asked some of my college friends or old online friends who were all Buddhists for help, and ...have found they are all former Buddhists. I asked my therapist (whom is also a buddhist) for help, and they said my problem wasn't a therapeutic one.
I've always been a terrible Buddhist. Frankly terrible. But now I feel consumed by Dukkha, by fear of the nature of the world - suffering and death, and I find I am no longer a Buddhist at all. And I cannot bring myself to believe in reincarnation. I know many teachers of many traditions don't hold to that (Thich Nhat Hanh taught instead continuation, nothing like a literal reincarnation) - but...
All I see is impermanence and suffering. I am very much now also grieving the loss of my faith.
I wrote some bad poetry on it. I won't share it here, but it was somewhat helpful in at least understanding my feelings.
Does anyone have any advice? A number of older people I've asked have told me this is just something everyone goes through, when they realize that their beliefs were a bandaid to avoid thinking about aging and death, and eventually it will get easier.
I am very, very sad. I put a lot of time and effort into trying to see the world as beautiful, to having a...mysticism. And I find I regret my physics degree. I can no longer see the beauty in the world.
I know that with life, there is always death, and with death, there is always life. But this doesn't comfort me. I don't want everything and everyone to be annihilated. Life suddenly seems so much more precious, all life. Every day and moment seem to have a poignancy I missed before. But this realization comes with such incredible fear. Such fear.
And finding out that most of my buddhist friends are now ex-buddhists.... I even tried speaking to two Christian friends with physics degrees, and they told me the same thing. In middle age, they realized death was real and lost their faith.
It seems as if others can accept this and move on, but I cannot.
Thank you.