2020 was a shit show, let’s be real. I would love to know if anyone actually enjoyed the year? It was a time of stock piling, binge watching, and for me personally – bad mental health.
Since 2017 when I was officially diagnosed with BPD and PTSD, I’ve obviously never had amazing mental health. But now? Wowzer, I didn’t know it could even be this bad.
No access to couselling sessions, or if you were lucky you got to make a phone call to their office with shitty phone service. Not their fault, but still a bad situation for people who need help.
Alongside this I am a key worker myself, I don’t know about you but some people seemed to have a good time in the first lockdown. Nice BBQ’s and sunbathing in the garden. Cocktails anyone?
Maybe I’m just bitter, would’ve been nice to be paid to sit at home instead of sweating my behind off in full PPE in 30 degree heat.
However, in reality it may have started like that, but I know even sitting in a paddling pool getting boozy gets boring after a while. I know some of my friends mental health deteriorated also. At least the first lockdown was summer, when it became winter it was even worse.
For myself personally, waking up when it’s dark to go to work, doing a 12 hour shift then coming home when it’s dark, again.
Of course I have days off, but not many. Being short staffed in a pandemic is a lot of work. Multiple times I’ve even fallen asleep in my evening bath. So most of my days off are in my pyjamas watching a lovely serial killer documentary on Netflix.
This is where I feel sorry for those who have been furloughed. My job may be hard, and I may feel sorry for myself sometimes but I know that at least I get to go outside and see some different faces.
2021 looked promising to begin with to some, but I think deep down we must’ve all known this wouldn’t just end at 00:00. I hope that sometime in the next 6 months COVID dies down. I hope people find their happiness again, and most of all I hope everyone stay safe.
2020 you were awful. You will not be missed.