I can’t . I’m spending every waking moment terrified and counting down the hours until I can take mirtazipine to fall asleep again .
Every little thing is petrifying me, my cat, the mail, touching food and drink, showering . I live with my mum and when she tries to hug me I’m backing 10 foot away as I’m scared . I can’t physically open the front door without shaking as I’m scared I’m letting the germs in . I’ve got a mounting pile of rubbish and recycling and I can’t cope with the thought of taking it out in case the germs are on the bins . The door handles . Everywhere .
And then when I forget about the germs, it’s worrying about food and where the food is coming from . My only relatively safe zone is my bedroom but my cat likes to follow me there and I can’t go near him just now (he’s fine, he’s fed) .
I’m desperately waiting on GP phoning tomorrow . Tesco are due soon and I know that will set off 6 hours of panic attacks and scrubbing my hands again and I can’t cope .
I’m considering ending it all as I will die of the virus anyway . If I can find a relatively peaceful way . I don’t want to see my friends and family die in pain . My friend is a senior nurse for A&E and keeps telling us on Facebook that we are all at risk of dying, talking about morgues and mortuaries and all sorts and I feel like asking her to please, please stop . I don’t want to know .