Even before the pandemic, my recovery from breast cancer had left me feeling isolated, low. Living alone and without a full-time job, I drew my energy from social meet-ups with friends and family. I filled my diary with fun, with adventures and treats to look forward to. It was how I managed my low mood and loneliness. Then Covid struck and travelling across London for hugs with my mum, coffee with friends or fixes for my escape room and theatre addictions were ruled out. As winter approaches, as the days grow shorter and darker, as new covid restrictions bite and as worries about cancer recurrence niggle, I fear for my mental health as I spend the gloomy winter months alone.
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