Introspection is a curse. Having lived alone throughout the Pandemic, I seem to spoil every day with dark thoughts, regrets, procrastination and lack of motivation. People tell me to be kind to myself, but that is a concept I do not understand. It smacks to me as being selfish, putting my own wants and needs above those of others. So I carry on doing the best I can to appear cheerful and upbeat, self sufficient and coping fine. The family are very kind and supportive but have enough on their own plates without having to worry about me.
In short, I do not like me at all and being forced to live in my own company nearly all the time is boring, depressing, no fun at all.