Well, let's go back to early February 2020. I was in the best mental and physical shape I had been in in many many years, my kids were in really good places with schools, and we had the SEN provision for my youngest set up and running really nicely and she was really starting to fly socially, in confidence, academically and in terms of her speech development (which is impaired).
Now - DD2 is in a class which is utterly hellish in terms of how they treat the children like walking biologically hazards, have the kids utterly utterly terrified of how they can give the teachers covid, is too bloody scared to speak up in school, because speaking can spread covid particles. She's lost masses of her speech fluency, and academically is struggling no end. DD1 is convinced she's thick as she couldn't answer all the questions on the maths assessments they'd given them - on the entire year's content when they didn't get taught half of it, and wants to disengage completely from education. Youngest went through a period of being so anxious she was getting blinding migraines, and too scared to even leave the house to go into the garden - MN charmingly told me she needed to learn some resilience. She had medical appointments delayed which have caused health issues to deteriorate beyond the point they would have done and past the point in life where they are treatable - lifelong consequences.
I get panic attacks, have anxiety so severe it causes me to stammer and struggle to swallow, and am on regular GP checkins and the max dose of medication they will give me, in counselling and on waiting lists for other services. My mum's health has deteriorated so much with the isolation and pressure to be at home that she has had a number of serious falls and cognitively she's beginning to struggle, and she's so depressed I fear for her in terms of suicide to be honest.
I've seen my children's friends disengage completely, internet bullying's gone rife because of kids so young being basically shunted unsupervised onto the internet and parents just being desperate to not get fired for not doing their jobs. Their parents are generally on antidepressants now - previously fit, healthy individuals. Friends whose children have been denied access to therapies and are now having speech therapy finally in the middle of a fucking field!
So yep. Broken. Destroyed. But as long as sanctimonious fuckwits get to waft around their large houses baking banana bread.
If I didn't have the kids I would have committed suicide long ago.