My mental health is rather wonky at the moment. Going to work has become an exercise in masochism. I'm bipolar, yet (up until now) have managed to control the more unpleasant aspects of this condition without medication for years. My decision to take
this job was just for some extra pocket money; but after the whole CORVID-19 situation,
everything turned topsy turvy. Like
@Spanky said, I also believe that those who get to stay home have it MUCH easier than those of us who are thrust into the bottomless pit of human interaction.
Because we work, we CAN'T hide; we crawl into bed at night, curl into a fetal position, and lick our emotional wounds, knowing that the cycle will repeat itself again and again, and again. I can DEFINITELY feel
your pain,
@HowiMetdaSlayer! What happened to our lives?! Its summer, and we should be hanging out and having fun! Instead, we're voluntarily subjecting ourselves to SHEER HELL for a few lousy bucks.
My main problem right now is that I don't feel like I have a "safe space" anymore. Getting home from work used to be such a relief! I could relax, recharge, and recover. But now, the couple next door (and my sister on the other side) have suddenly began complaining about my smoking AND music. Normally, I'd just ignore it, but the couple (mostly the husband) has apparently decided to make this some sort of personal mission or something. He feels that because HE has to work from home,
Ishould now change MY habits. All I'll say is this...
he doesn't realise how bad things could get for him. I'm stressed out, sleep-deprived, on edge, frequently in pain...well, you get the idea.