I’ve just had covid and Sunday is my final day of isolation. I’ve felt fairly ok, just shattered, so I’ve worked through it 8-5 like I normally would but now I feel really exhausted and I’ve got a hellish week next week because all my meetings that couldn’t go on line have been pushed to next week along with the meetings I’d usually have had.
Alongside that, although it’s made me feel really depressed, I no longer want to go out. It feels like it’s scary out there. DH said maybe we could go out for dinner on Monday with the kids but I don’t want to. I don’t want to go anywhere and the thought of it is making me feel very anxious.
I don’t feel well mentally or physically and now I want to go to bed and not ever get back up. I can easily see how people get to a place where they stop leaving their home, I feel like I’m teetering on the brink of it now.