RubyToogood
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My levels of mentalness have gone through the roof again, triggered by having two weeks off work (we have to take half our annual leave before the end of August). I blithely said I was going to spend them sewing and going for long bike rides. But actually, I want to see my friends and go for little day trips, not anywhere major, quite happy pootling round London. But everything's so bloody difficult, most things are not open, there are all sorts of restrictions on what you can practically do and who you can see.
I keep feeling... ostracised. Left out of my social circle. Excluded. Which I think is mostly just my brain being a dick. And I will have to get over it. Lockdown FOMO.
Also, I think it's partly mental exhaustion. Prior to and during lockdown we kept thinking my mother was about to die. That's been going on since January (she's stable now). I kept saying I was fine in lockdown, and I was. But yes... loneliness is hard to admit to because it feels like a massive failure to admit that as a human being you cannot maintain sufficient contact with other humans to keep you happy.
There's quite a lot of people flaking out of things at the moment. That happened a few days ago. Something that should have been a fun, social start to the hols became a lone chore that prevented me doing other more enjoyable things.
I keep feeling... ostracised. Left out of my social circle. Excluded. Which I think is mostly just my brain being a dick. And I will have to get over it. Lockdown FOMO.
Also, I think it's partly mental exhaustion. Prior to and during lockdown we kept thinking my mother was about to die. That's been going on since January (she's stable now). I kept saying I was fine in lockdown, and I was. But yes... loneliness is hard to admit to because it feels like a massive failure to admit that as a human being you cannot maintain sufficient contact with other humans to keep you happy.
There's quite a lot of people flaking out of things at the moment. That happened a few days ago. Something that should have been a fun, social start to the hols became a lone chore that prevented me doing other more enjoyable things.