I have had a very rough few years. From about 4 years ago I was horribly peri-menopausal with horrible physical symptoms and also the most awful intrusive thoughts which literally nearly sent me over the edge of sanity. I battled this to the ground and then for the last 18 months I have had very serious marriage problems. These are better, but not great. My response to this was to get my life in order so I got myself a p/t job (was a SAHM) and started volunteering 2 half days a week. I also made lots of efforts socially and made some lovely new friends. I was due to go full time in my p/t job on 01 Sept, after summer school holidays.
Then Coronavirus. My job won't be going f/t now and I'll be lucky to keep it past a few months. Some of our elderly relatives including grandparents have been really ill with the illness and one died leaving us all in shock. I have been OK with the lockdown until this week when it is all starting to get to me.
Usually I like to help others, be kind and I am very grateful for everything that I have. I am lucky and I like to give back. This lockdown has shown me that I am actually quite resilient and up until this week I have been perfectly fine with everything. However, I am now waking up with anxiety, starting to feel a bit depressed. It has been many, many years since I have put myself first. Since I had DC. I just feel like I need a break and to heal from the past few years and concentrate on myself otherwise I am going to crack. My volunteer role is not something where it is helping the sick and it is actually a bit frustrating and I feel bad for considering packing it in to concentrate on myself for a while. It feels alien to me and a bit selfish. I've been selfless for so long and have forgotten how to do it. When I look back on my life there has been so many times I have had to battle issues to the ground and I am tired.