I know I should stay off the internet but the weather is shit and I can’t seem to focus on anything I used to like doing.
I keep seeing threads where quite a few posters are saying things like this is the beginning of the end (in a negative way), this is never going to end, life will never return to normal and we will be under restrictions for years.
Posters are saying that they think we won’t recover from this ever, that we will always be chasing our tails with coronavirus, that the vaccine isn’t the answer because of the new mutations.
Also lots of talk on some freelance groups I’m on (I used to be a journalist, I’m not anymore but still on the groups) about the change in language from the PM - lots of ifs and maybes, with the conclusion being he knows we are fucked and they’ve fucked up and there’s nothing they can do now apart from save face with stricter measures that it’s too late for anyway.
It’s making me feel like there’s no point in anything.
I look at baby DS and think wtf have I done bringing you into this mess? What is your life going to look like?
I’m not trying to be goady or melodramatic, I’m genuinely down and feeling hopeless.
And before the get a grip brigade comes out, I’m generally a resilient person. I’ve dealt with a lot of things including late pregnancy loss among other things and I have always coped and got on with things. But for whatever reason I feel like I’ve reached my limit now.
The vaccines will help won’t they? We aren’t completely fucked?