I think my smile has finally slipped.
I'm very lucky in that my job is, and has always been, safe and I work from home half the week.
First lockdown DH was WFH full time and we managed to have quite a lot of fun (the weather helped!). He's now in a different job on shift, alternating between a good few days off then 12 hour day or night shifts.
Now I just feel utterly miserable and I don't know if I can put a brave face on any more. It was my birthday last week, and while DH tried his best to put on a good day, I just felt sad.
I think I'm becoming a little acrophobic. Due to annual leave and wfh days, I've been indoors for a week and the thought of going to work on the train tomorrow is making me a bit panicky.
Some friends have arranged an (outdoor) pub visit at the weekend, I found it so stressful with the confusion over the rules that I threw my toys out the pram and said I wasn't going and left the group. I haven't told them how I'm feeling but maybe I should.
I've put on so much weight, getting worse with my dwindling motivation.
Have had to buy a mouthguard due to grinding my teeth all night, which dentist says is a sign of stress
Think I'm here just to rant. I can feel my fingers slipping from the edge. As someone who has been very lucky and never suffered with any sort of mental health problem, I'm not sure what to do.