I recognise much of what others have said - the lack of energy, the listlesness, at times the tears. Looking back to the first lockdown I've noticed a rapid acceleration in ageing - physical and mental. I used to be very energetic, got through the household chores with ease, took part in group activities. travelled a lot. I laughed when I was first described as being in the "elderly, vulnerable" category, but now I've lost my confidence and do sometimes feel vulnerable when I'm out and about (juggling mask, hearing aids and glasses) in what sometimes feels like an alien landscape.
I've become more forgetful, often struggle to remember names etc and wonder if it is the start of something more sinister or just stress. I'm aware of time running out, or at least time in which I will be healthy and sound-minded enough to reclaim my pre-Covid life.
And then there is the guilt. I have a kindly Mr L, two supportive (though geographically distant) DDs, a lovely home and money to call Waitrose to my door in times of lockdown. Yet sometimes I whine like a spoilt child because I can no longer swan off on holiday. I try to be better than this and I count my blessings. I have it easy compared to the many suffering since Covid, whether losing loved ones, struggling financially, coping with illness, disability...