A year ago my life was ok. Decent wage coming in, 2 children, happy, no mental health problems.
Fast forward over the worst 9 months of my life. 3 months of worry that we were going to end up with no jobs, fearful every day of catching CV as we are vulnerable, threatened with fines if we don’t send children into the Covid factories and I find out tomorrow if my dad is going to die of cancer. Can’t even hug my family in case I give them CV as they are more vulnerable than me.
I regret ever bringing children into this shitty life, where no joy ever makes up for the pain. And if I didn’t have them I wouldn’t have to be here either. But now I’m stuck. Just about surviving each day with no end to this in sight.