I could scream until I pass out. In Scotland. Been in lockdown for 9 weeks. Next Thursday, we start the first phase out of 4, which will apparently get our lives back to some sort of normality.
I’m done. I can’t live like this anymore. Everyone in my house is utterly miserable. My eldest daughter was living with her bf and hasn’t seen him for 10 weeks, thanks to his mother being ridiculous about them living together and insisted he come home. My daughter is a complete wreck and I can’t get any help for her. Nobody in my house is afraid. We’re just utterly fed up and desperate to see our family and loved ones. Personal contact will be the last phase, which could be September or later. Can’t take it. Don’t want to live. Don’t want anymore to do with this awful, awful world. I haven’t seen my mother in 11 weeks. My in-laws live in a flat and are literally climbing the walls. Nothing I do to divert us makes a difference. I’d rather die than live in a world like this. I don’t see any end to it. I hate life. It sucks.