NHS in the community here. Exhausted and have a permanent knot of anxiety about one of my team getting ill and dying of COvid, combined with the brave face I put on every day. Plus, all the goodies that so many people donated went to the staff on half-empty wards and those of us seeing people in their own homes were forgotten about, when we haven't actually stopped any of our services because we have 100s of vulnerable adults who would end up in hospital or die without our input.
Fed up of the constant changes about PPE, and having to count gloves by 1 so we can show we have so much ppe - 300 gloves sounds better than 3 boxes 
, still not enough in a team of 20 who go through 20 boxes of gloves a week and have been told not to come in to a base. And the announcements made at 5pm on a Friday afternoon when quite frankly, we can't do much about it.
We are absolutely not prepared for a 2nd wave. Have managed to not cancel any of my teams annual leave and encouraged them all to have a week off at some point to rest.. all the while mine was cancelled. I'm hoping I get a week in before the 2nd / 3rd wave hits.
Combine that with the local social media complaining how "kids shouldn't be guinea pigs and going back to school" yet being ok with key workers kids being guinea pigs, plus the admin staff around treating clinical staff as if they are infectious 2nd class citizens..
I'm fed up and exhausted, I'm doing the job of 2 people after my counterpart was redeployed, working 50-60 hrs a week - only saving grace is that I can do some of it at home. Not sure when I'll get some time off when I can actually switch off.
In to all that, add the guilt that I'm failing my daughter with regards to home teaching and her mental health isn't great because she's struggling without seeing her friends or school.
All in all, things aren't great. Only haven't applied for any other jobs as I'm not sure the grass is greener anywhere else at the moment.
(Phew - that was long, I guess I have a lot of pent up emotions!)