Before I start pleased don't reply with "but we've got to save lives" I get it but this isn't what this thread is about!
For the last week I've been feeling a deep sense of bleugh and couldn't put my finger on why. I've started running again in a bid to cheer myself up and healthy eating but nothing has helped. My husband and I have good jobs and touch wood, we're not at risk losing them thank goodness. DS is back at nursery and loving it. So all that combined I should be happy, but I'm really not.
I woke up today and really thought, what's the point? Whilst in a good job, it's pretty stressful and I'm at my desk from 8-5 with barely any breaks (I'm trying to stop that but hard when meetings are just shoved in the calendar). I'm used to travelling with work but won't be doing that again....great!
The weekends are a write off because everywhere you go there's a queue and even the joy of a trip to the supermarket has been taken away because of bloody face masks.
So what is the point? We're basically turning into some kind of socialist/communist society where we work but can do nothing else and are dictated to about what we can and can't do. This wasn't what I signed up for.
I thought the whole point of lockdown was to flatten a curve but now we seem obsessed with eradicating Covid, how bloody long will that take? Why can't we now just use common sense? If you want to shield and stay away because you're vulnerable then do so. But what about those of us that just want to get on with their life and take the risk?
Probably more a bit of a rant but feeling in a very dark place and can't see a way out of it.