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Lockdown number two has begun in the UK, and I wasn’t ready. I. Was. Not. Ready.
Yet, here we are. And so far, I’m surviving. By surviving I mean not totally losing my shit. I’d say that’s going above and beyond by today’s standards, so I’ll take the win (and gladly bestow my success upon anyone else in need of a win, too).
This pandemic has been tough on the mental health of so many people around the world. It’s a fact that it has affected everyone in some way or another, but I’ve personally felt it way more lately than I did at the beginning.
Back then I was working a full-time job that had been made temporarily remote, so I didn’t really have the time to soak it in. Everything felt the same, for the most part.
In fact, things had gotten better because I no longer had to fight the awful Atlanta traffic twice a day. I was living with my best friend and my boyfriend had just made it over the US border before Trump shut it down in mid-March.
I’d gone from being in a long-distance relationship and working a job with an awful commute, to then living with my boyfriend where I got to sleep in later and work from home.
Now, though…now I’m feeling it. I’m living in England with my now-fiancé and we’re in the country’s second wave…
