My problems are so small compared with some of the heartbreaking stories on this thread. Sending positivity and solidarity to all who are struggling 
For me, my profession was a really important part of my life. As an academic, this involves research as well as teaching, and I'd carved out a role as a recognised expert in a niche area. I devour books, and am a seasoned writer and editor. In some strange way it defined me: books, reading and writing are a passion, not just a means of making a living, and I love sharing it with others and instilling/invigorating that same passion in others.
Lockdown, entailing a year's teaching purely online, nearly finished me off. By the end I was exhausted and suffering burnout. DH and I worked ourselves into the ground over that whole period: no furlough for us, and no let-up. It feels as though that burnout has never lifted. Early this summer I was just looking forward to normality returning, to research trips, to a holiday, to productive work, and was buzzing about it for the first time in about two years. Then I was involved in an accident and seriously injured, meaning in essence I've had three years' lockdown over summer, as during my recovery period as I was confined greatly in space and movement. I'm now left wondering if I can ever find the energy to dust myself off, get up, and get going yet again (before COVID I was ill, diagnosed with cPTSD I'd had a lifetime but didn't know I had, before even that, I'd had a long succession of miscarriages but succeeded in having our one DC).
I'm exhausted. I'm really beginning to fear I'll never get my raison d'etre, energy, fire, drive, and enthusiasm for life back again. And I had a LOT of all those.
It really scares me.