I’ve hit a wall.
I lost my dad suddenly in December and have been so down and emotional over the last few weeks. I’m sleeping terribly, not eating properly (either way too little or way too much) and proper ugly cry at the drop of a hat.
Then 2023 really decided to stick the boot in, and I have Covid. First time (to my knowledge) and it’s gone from what I thought was an annoying cold to the full cough, temperature, weakness, metallic taste, general run down, feeling like crap thing.
Only posting to vent really, but I am struggling. My partner has reached the end of his tether with me and said he’d ‘put up with so much from me’ this past few weeks, so I’m also wanting to be mindful not to out anymore on him either. I’m afraid of taking more time off work, I’m afraid of going to Dads funeral this coming week (it’s taken forever to get here…) and putting it down here feels better than putting it on people in real life who I feel are getting sick of me.