Today is day 11 in Quarantine for me. I’ve had a couple of blah days and moments when I’ve felt like Carrie in SATC exasperatedly saying “I need to feel the weight of a man on me”, but generally I’ve settled in quite well.
I have to hold my hands up and admit that I’ve recently become a workaholic and have let my self-care fall to the way side a bit, I have slept very little, not eaten as well as I normally do, had a drink with dinner too often, and have been powering myself mainly on adrenaline and caffeine. Suddenly dropping from a 50 hour working week to nothing sent me into shock and I spent the first couple of days just sleeping and crying as I tried to get my head around it all.
My living situation is actually the best I could possibly hope for at the moment. Although I am technically still living with my dad, I do have my own self-contained space with a living area, bathroom and kitchen as well as my bedroom, so I can choose if I want to interact with my mad family or stay sa…