I’m so sorry to hear of all the awful experiences everyone has suffered. I can easily understand why some of you say you feel bitter.
I’d been telling myself I got away lightly and I was completely fine - after all, I kept my job and I didn’t get seriously ill.
But truthfully, my life is a mess now. My marriage is on the rocks. DH became disrespectful and nasty during lockdown and I did nothing about it (my MH was in the toilet, I was exhausted from working 50+ hours a week, and I literally couldn’t go anywhere...) he’s got worse since and I just don’t have the energy to deal with it.
I’ve piled weight on, lost touch with friends, I have lingering depression. I look at photos from the exciting work trips I went on in 2019 and don’t recognise myself. I feel guilty that I haven’t sorted myself out yet.
This is obviously nothing like the traumatic experiences so many others have had and I’m grateful not to have suffered anything worse, but even so, it should be ok to admit we’re not ok.
I agree with PP that it feels as if it’s all been forgotten and we’re just expected to get on with it, like nothing happened.