Well, It was twelve months ago today that the UK went into lockdown and the office I worked at closed like all offices around the country. We thought it would only be for a few weeks and yet here we still are.
You will probably know if you have been a visitor here for a while that it was during the first lockdown that I was made redundant. The way it was gone about was not very nice and people where not who I thought they were. I'm only in contact with the other woman who worked on reception with me, we text or message each other occasionally if we have something to say, other than that I am not in contact with anyone who I worked with, and that's how I want it.
I don't mind admitting that I was gutted when I lost my job, I've cried, quite a lot, over the last year, I would never have thought being made redundant would have such an effect on a person, it's only a job after all, there are worse things in the world. But it has affected me in ways I didn't expect, not only did I loose my job I also lost my routine and a purpose to my days, it affected my moods, my confidence and took away my feeling of independence. We are lucky, my wage was never depended on, it was extra but it was there if needed and it was something I had earned so, yes it did take away my independence.
I've been struggling a lot these last couple of weeks, I know it's a phase and it will pass but at the same time I know that I'm not the same person I was twelve months ago. Hopefully along with the Spring flowers a better mood will take over.
I see coffee shops in town getting ready for re-opening on April 12th although the rest of the high street looks apocalyptic, so many places have shut their doors for good, lets hope in time it can recover.
Sorry to end with a moan, but i'm just feeling moany at the moment.