I cycle between numb, angry, sad and occasionally get a more normal day.
I'm bored of being home, but going out into an anonymous masked up world makes me anxious that some sanctimonious zealot will have a go at me because I'm not prepared to have any more panic attacks by the end of the first aisle in the supermarket triggered by the overwhelm of my own moist breath and overheating. I hate not being able to lip read, and voicrs more distorted than ever, and losing 2/3s of facial expressions. So I focus up to waist height only and feel more isolated.
The only notmal place is when I go out running into the countryside along very quiet footpaths and fields.
I miss having plans and anticipating them. My calendar is now indefinitely empty of any non-routine event.
Everything feels fragile. If a local area code comes up on my phone, I worry that my asthmatic child is about to face 2 weeks of school due to his normal seasonal cough.
I hate living llike this. And I'm angry that so many thousands are far worse off than me on furloughed incomes, facing redundancy, over worked, degrees impaired, falling behind in school, struggling to care for vulnerable relatives, healthcare delayed, deprived of the opportunities to grieve properly. All totally unnecessary.
I was always a sunny, happy person until this year.