Before I start, I know I’ve got a lot to be grateful for. I’m in paid employment and no one in my immediate family has been ill with Covid.
But I’m thoroughly depressed and it’s got to the point I’m starting the day tearful and ending the day tearful. I’m not managing my alcohol intake very well and keep taking more painkillers than I need just to give me a fog to cope.
I started a new job just before lockdown began. To say it hasn’t gone as planned is an understatement. I’m bored, lonely, underperforming (as is the whole company due to the state of the economy) and worried for my job security. DH and I also suffer with infertility (my issue, not his) and we’ve had 2 failed rounds of IVF in the last year. I’ve gained a lot of weight and my confidence is rock bottom.
To top it all off we’ve had 3 holidays cancelled this year too, the most recent was for a weeks time. It was keeping me going.
Really struggling to see the point in each day.