Thank you for the thread OP.
to all those that need them.
I know in the grand scheme of things I am very fortunate, we have a home, food on the table (loo roll in the bathroom 🙄) and both still have jobs. We currently have good health and our families are doing ok too.
I think I have mild PTSD from the first lockdown - looking after two small children whilst working from home. My DH is a workaholic and working from home has made him even worse. He has basically worked 16 hours a day, 7 days a week since April. That is all he has done. I can count the number of meals he has prepared in the last 6 months on one hand. He has not lifted a finger round the house. He is working. Always working.
I am lonely. My Facebook timeline was full if people doing zoom quizzes and making the most of it but I wasn't invited to anything and my invitations went unanswered. It has made me realise that I am not as important to those people as they are/were to me. I am an introvert and so I think friends and family assumed I am/was ok. I am not ok. I feel insignificant and unimportant. I do not matter to anyone. I am here to cook, clean and wipe arses.
I am lonely but never alone. I miss that too.
Work - I am so busy but I do not have the heart for it. It doesn't seem important when so much else is going on in the world. I have no enthusiasm for it. I liked going out to work but having to do it from my kitchen table and not having the interaction with my colleagues makes everything so much harder.
My kids. They are small and I am grateful that they are largely protected from everything but I do wonder whether there will be any lasting damage from only seeing friends at school, all the mask wearing and fear of the virus. What are we doing to the young?
Economically- we are in the middle of selling our house. I cannot live here anymore. I think it is part of the PTSD (I know, I am exaggerating) but I have a physical reaction to our kitchen/ diner. I have spent so many hours cooped up with the DC in there (DH has taken over the living room as his office) - cooking, cleaning, refereeing fights, homeschooling, trying to work, feeling stressed and anxious that I avoid going in there now if I don't have to. We cannot find somewhere to buy so we may end up homeless/ priced out of the housing market / lose all of our money if inflation ramps up or our currency is devalued but I don't care. I cannot live here anymore.
The fear - I am frightened. Frightened of losing a parent. Frightened of civil unrest. Frightened for my DC. I am not frightened about catching the virus myself. I am frightened that the feelings of wanting to disappear grow.
Sleep. I cannot sleep. I lost the ability to sleep back in March when everything was so unknown. I average about 4hrs a night now and I am permanently tired.
It's good to get it all out.