I've been having a rough several months.
COVID is only part of it. I was accepted to a dream degree program, and I just threw the acceptance letter in the trash. It doesn't matter, and no one cares, because all anyone cares about now is COVID. My husband's business was ripped to shreds. And how absolutely awful and vicious this pandemic has turned everyone - and I mean everyone. If I see one more vitriolic "wear a ^$&*ing mask you [horrible expletive]" on my news feed, I'm just going to deactivate. I've already cut my screen time down to about 30 minutes a day. I feel like I don't really like anyone anymore. I've just been shown all their true colors, and I don't like what I see at all.
The other part is my dad. He died in March, and I've hit the lonely part of grief. Where it was long enough ago that no one wants to hear me talk about it, but I'm feeling new effects every day and have nowhere to go. More than once, I've thought "oh man, I can't wait to tell dad--" "I wonder what dad thinks about--" "I need to ask dad about--" "I can't wait to hear dad's opinion on--" only to have the very sudden, crushing realization that I can't tell him. I can't ask him. And I never will again.
I find it very hard to get excited for anything, because every time I've been excited for something this year, it has been swiftly dashed. I truly feel like life isn't worth being excited for anymore. I hope I don't feel like this forever, but it's hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.