You’d think that because I was staying at home, as ordered, lying in bed all day I would’t be exhausted as much as I am. But I am literally so exhausted I can barely move. I don’t know if it’s because I’m having a really bad depressive spell or what, but I am just worn out. I don’t want to get out of bed and when I do, it takes every ounce of energy I have to do what needs to be done so I can go lay back down and just continue mindlessly binging TV.
Easter is next week (I think? Maybe? I don’t even know anymore) and we’d usually go to my sister in law’s house to have lunch and spend the afternoon just hanging out. I texted her a little while ago, but I’m pretty sure that Easter is cancelled this year. Which is shitty, but I get it.
It’s hard to see a light at the end of the tunnel when there doesn’t seem to BE a light at all. They’re saying we haven’t even seen the largest surge of COVID cases that we’re going to see and there have been rumors going around that we’ll be ordered to shelter in place until AUGUST. Which is 3 1/2 mos away. That seems like an entire lifetime. My husband says if this keeps up much longer, people are going to start to rebel. I think that if that happens, there will be MORE cases, the hospitals will be overwhelmed and it’s just going to be a total crapshow from hell.
I’m trying to hang in there, to be hopeful, but it’s really hard right now. SO hard.
