When my mental health is poor I often wish I had a room where I could tuck myself into bed and have a cry in peace. That's impossible in our house - old terraced two-up, two down with the only bathroom off our bedroom. DD has the other bedroom. Downstairs is open plan. There is literally nowhere to hide. DD is four and very social and noisy - stomps around the house, leaving mess everywhere and constantly pestering. I find the weekends so hard, especially in winter, and my partner is not keen to invite her friends over because he's knackered (DD still doesn't sleep through and he's been dealing with the wakings because my meds really knock me out) and he worries about Covid.
How do you cope if you are in a similar situation?