Gosh this is all so heartbreaking and I really want to offer my condolence to all of you who have lost loved ones.
And my sympathies to those of you for whom life has just totally changed - so many of us "had it together" before COVID and now just don't. Things to look forward to, plans to do stuff, holidays, weddings, and just the 'normal' we'd got used to.
For me, I lost my business that I'd re-trained for and invested my only savings in starting. It had been going 5 years before Covid and was doing ok, just about in a position to start paying me back my savings a bit at a time. The retail sector it was in was massively hit so the business failed due to ongoing lease costs and the everyday running costs. The Gov help was just a bit late in my case and I regret not hanging on in many ways.
So my financial security is gone, I was out of work for 18 months and have only just managed to get a minimum wage part time job.
I'm 50, live alone, don't qualify for any meaningful help (I get a small amount towards my rent) and have just eaten the pretty much the last of my food - I literally have 4 apples and some rice to last until the 10th Dec when I get paid. I know that's more than many, but it is so soul-destroying to live hand-to-mouth.
Just before the first lockdown I was feeling unwell and spent months during lockdown not wanting t bother the GP and then being fobbed off, so the illness has progressed to the point that I am in constant pain every day. I can't manage the part time job really, but am trying to keep going.
I relocated over 200 miles for my business so have been very isolated from friends and family, terribly depressed and totally skint. I don't want my family (DPs and young adult DCs) to know how badly things have gone as I don't want to worry them and it's exhausting keeping up an act. I also don't want their DF, my ex-h, to know just how badly my life has gone since we divorced (misplaced pride I know but it's hard).
I'm terrified of becoming homeless, reached out to my landlord to see if they could reduce the rent and got an emphatic 'no'. Worried that if I ask again they will start the eviction process.
Most days I think about ending it all as I can't see things getting any better, employers and society don't really want disabled 50 year olds, I don't really have a lot to offer. But each day I get up and try and make the best of whatever life is now, and I really don't want to put my family through all that that would entail.
I'm just hoping that things will get better one day, they have to.
Thanks for reading this. I know it's self-indulgent but if you met me in RL you'd have no idea how much sadness I'm hiding.