I'm probably becoming a recluse. I've always been a bit of a loner, quite happy with my own company, and never really enjoyed social events (coffee mornings, parties etc), although I really tried. Evenings at the pub after work were fine, the alcohol helped me relax!
I used to enjoy evening classes, study courses and craft events because I had something to do there, not just making small talk with people I didn't know.
But about 15 years ago I developed a health problem (IBS-D) which makes going places and doing things difficult, stressful and embarrassing. I've learned to cope to some extent with the help of medication, but I avoid travelling and socialising and now only seem to leave the house to go to the doctors, dentist or hairdresser, and even that takes a bit of planning. Staying home during the lockdowns was really not a problem for me, almost a blessing.
I accept my life for what it is, it could be a lot worse. I make the most of the good days when I can get out and occupy myself at home when I can't. I enjoy occasional brief conversations with neighbours, but now don't want to be drawn into the 'social scene' of the village, although that had been our intention when we moved here.
It doesn't depress me, but I do feel sad for my DH that our plans for our retirement years have gone haywire because of me. C'est la vie !! We count ourselves lucky to still have each other and we're happy, and for that I am very thankful.