In my last update, it was mid November. At this point, things were looking on the up. Cases were falling thanks to the second lockdown starting in the first week of November, but this didn’t last. In December things took a dramatic turn for the worse with the discovery that a new, much more transmissible variant was spreading in London and the South East, despite the lockdown.
My covid timeline continues at the point when I arrived at home from the beginning of May. I’ve just finished spending 2 months completely alone.
5 // relief I honestly think there were times at home with my family where I felt better than I had done in a while, even before lockdown had started.
I’d like to delve into the mental side of how the pandemic has affected me so far. I find doing this kind of introspection useful, and I think analysing my own mental health in the midst of such an historic moment will be interesting to look back on and laugh, cry or most probably cringe.
So it’s about time I wrote about this jolly ol’ lockdown/pandemic/end-of-world thing.
I would say it’s going about as well as you’d expect.
What is happening around the world really is incredible and surreal and of course, unprecedented.
I’d like to recap what lockdown has meant for me personally in the last few months since it began.