The issue I think is the sheer length of time this is going on for, I started out okay(ish) wobbly and scared, but with lots of ideas and energy for dc. As the weeks turn into months, and the seasons change and we are still trapped in this hybrid of new rules and not quite normal, I am finding it really quite horrendous.
It is like a life but with no pleasure whatsoever, all the things I love doing are still off limits with no end in sight. My old life seems to be a distant memory, and whilst I am happy that others are out enjoying themselves again in bars, but I don't feel I can join them because I owe it to my children to be as safe as possible.
I have always had good mental health, so I am assuming everyone is feeling like this at varying levels depending on prior MH and life circumstances.
We should get help if we need it, and if we are hobbling along without support I think there is some comfort from realising that we have lost 45,000 people in the UK, and we have all been through a hell of a lot. Cut ourselves some slack, if we cry then that is totally normal don't you think? After all, this has been like a horror movie from start to finish, and I think many of us are still in shock, some are further along the journey of acceptance. Some people are still in denial.
Extreme kindness to ourselves, to others, time to process what has happened and allow ourselves to feel the emotion and fear, and be okay with allowing that to come out. We owe it to ourselves to say validate those feelings, after all who could through the last four months and feel totally fine with it?!