Yes, I get it, OP.
Dh contracted long covid in early 2021 comprising of many severe neurological symptoms. He lost his job because of it so 60% of our income gone.
Its only now DH thinks he may be able to go back to work soon. He's improving extremely slowly but its only measurable in bi-yearly blocks to see an improvement. There's nothing that the neurologist could prescribe to fix him.
We've muddled through, I don't know how. We were solid but it's been difficult for both of us. Him because of the relentless pain and unpleasant symptoms, sadness at his limitations, despair, even said at times he was suicidal. I felt alone and struggled to cope, emotionally, financially, practically, when he improved a little and more of the old DH emerged we were able to share our ferlongs honestly. I'm tired and menopausal and broke and still, I slap on the happy upbeat face for DS and positivity for DH. I've got high blood pressure now and I'm pretty sure I've got some anxiety issues I never had before
I've been saddened that some of the support I thought I'd have, vanished. And wonderfully surprised by those we didn't expect who came out to support us.
He didn't choose this. Neither did you. What helped us was that we've always been really good at communicating and we've been able to talk frequently about how we feel that day. We support each other, and we've never taken out our frustration on the other. But fuck me, we are both so sick and tired of the way his illness has and continues to have, such an impact on our lives.
I'm not going to offer you trite phrases, what you both are going through is shit and it sucks balls and you don't deserve it. If you were here I'd pour you a massive glass of your poison of choice and tell you so. For now all you can do, is put one foot in front of the other. Just know you aren't alone. ❤️