This could go on for months / years. I can’t see the point in getting dressed. Or eating. Or doing anything with the house. I know it’s the same for everyone but I feel like there’s no happiness or anything to look forward to - apart from eventually coming out of isolation and catching cv anyway and as I’m in a high risk group it may kill me anyhow.
I’m a one woman entertainment team for my dc for 14 hours a day and I hate it. Im too tired to show any enthusiasm. I just want to sleep and sleep and sleep. My parents are elderly and I might never see them again if this lasts for two years. I understand this is everyone’s new normal but I feel a bit like - this isn’t living, being locked in the house waiting to catch a virus.
I understand why and we will adhere to it but there is a large large part of me that wants to just give up now.