Like most people weve had a few blows this year personally and this week was a 3rd one. My Partner has always been a classically moody Victor Meldrew type that generally we laugh along at his grumpy old man-ness. Today he woke up in a foul mood. We went for a walk and the whole way round he was moody, snappy and grumpy. At me and about anyone we passed by. I snapped at him to snap out of it because it was unbearable. He then basically said he felt shit and he couldnt take this anymore (covid, restrictions, the most recent blow we have had and the ones before). He just wanted everything to be over. Obviously I was concerned at this point and reassuring that all this would come to an end and things would get better, we just had to hold ok a few more months.
When we got home at 3PM he took himself upstairs and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. I asked him if he wanted anything and he didnt, so I went down stairs and watched a series I'm watching until 6pm. I popped upstairs every 30mins or so. Took him tea and biscuits, tried to chat to him, gave him a hug. He wouldn't engage in any conversation unless it was about how shit his life is and the world is. He didn't want the lights on after the sun set. He wont eat anything I offer or drink anything. Hes not eaten today.
At about 6pm I lay with him and gave him a hug and tempted him downstairs to the sofa. Now we are just sat here watching tv and tbh I dont know what to do. He is being so negative and down and I'm worried he'll hurt himself. And what's worse is, I dont know what to say as we are here, in our horrible states watching the TV like we have done every night for almost a year. Theres nothing to look forward to, and we dont do anything now so there is nothing to talk about but covid so we are sat in silence. I'm really worried about him.