Strength and recovery

This is going to sound disgustingly bigheaded, but during lockdown I’ve been the most resilient I’ve ever been and extremely strong (almost the strongest I’ve ever been).

During the first lockdown, the love of my life slipped into an awful depression and started seriously abusing drugs (taking it by himself in his parents attic, pretending to work, downloading a fake call app on his phone, screenshotting fake zoom calls). He became a pretty serious addict and having moved in with his parents I had to lie to them too. It even got to the point where when we came back to where we live he went to a hotel and got high all night.

I have had to rescue him when he’s high and crying, on a comedown and crying, verging on panic attacks and I spend weeks on end looking after him. I’m exhausted.

But (and fingers crossed) it appears to be getting better. We talk about it a lot. He’s getting help.

I hope he realises how much he is loved. I’m hoping this just makes us stronger.