As I believe it may have for many of you, this pandemic has taken a toll on my mental health. While I may only be 21, I've been diagnosed with severe clinical depression since I was 12 years old. I've been medicated for it, and it had been working, as far as I can tell, until this pandemic hit. The job I currently have was considered essential from the beginning, and due to the mass demands for the products we sell (I work at a grocery store), I've been working 8+ hours every single day to help my community. I know without question that this has had a negative impact on my mental health and my depression, and the medicine just doesn't feel like it's doing anything anymore. My boyfriend, who I met at this job, has been working similar shifts, and I can tell it's been hitting him hard as well. Seeing the light in his eyes flicker in and out when we're at work is heartbreaking, and it hurts me even more to know that he's going through what I am. Working 8 or more hours a day for the past 2 and half months has been debilitating, and I'm afraid that when everything "goes back to normal", I won't. I have no idea what to do, but I'm trying my hardest to keep going, for both my boyfriend and I.
Hi,I lost my husband in Oct. of 2019.It's been quite a rough road. We did most everything together, from caring for others, to household chores, and repairs. We loved to walk, keep the yard in tip top shape or just be together. We were a team. He always said that.Now I can barely muster the ambition to go out there...not that I don't want to. I do. But not without him. It seems every time I turn...