2020 has been a rocky road for us all and in what has been quite an unusual year, we have finally made it past the finishing line and into the new year of 2021. I wanted to take the time to reflect on my year in 2020 and my journey up until this point. In the future, it would be interesting to look back and see the progress that I have made which, although has not been a lot, I am still very much proud of. As it may be a little long, I am going to separate this into three or four manageable parts, so buckle up your seat belts!
Summary of my year in 2020 – January to March
January – I would describe the beginning of January as a pretty bad time in my life. I entered 2020 with no job, out of education after dropping out of my course and living back at home in Ipswich. I’d moved to London in October to pursue a postgraduate degree in Creative Writing, but due to some certain circumstances that would have left me struggling financially, I was left with little choice but to drop out of my course. I was desperate to live back in London and scoured SpareRoom for available rooms whilst trying to find a job. Finding the right place to live was difficult and I ended up with one job offer that turned out to be fake!
My situation improved towards the end of January. I’d soon found a place to live and I’d been granted my job back that I’d originally left to pursue further education. In what had been a black spiral into the hole of depression, I had luckily been saved.
February – I consider February to be one of the best months of the year for me. It was before COVID had unwelcomely injected itself into our lives, so everything was still normal. I had finally moved back to London after the gruelling process of finding a place to live and was working in Central London in a job that offered normal hours. I’d started attending a writing group with like minded souls and was often going out, meeting a new set of people in London each week. This was the sort of life that I had envisioned when moving back to London and I had been granted it. I was beyond grateful. Talks of COVID were going around at this time, but it was something that was viewed as a joke. Not very many people had died in the UK and the only people that seemed to have been affected by COVID were the ones that had been travelling in China. Some people were wearing masks on the tube and out and about on the streets, but again, it wasn’t something that was taken seriously.
March – The beginning of March was also good. Perhaps even better than February as I had begun to settle down in London. Sometime in the middle of March, I grew sick. It started with a tight feeling in my chest, as if a tight elastic band had been trying to squeeze everything in. Days later and I was struggling to breath. I ended up on sick leave for 2 weeks, but before I could return back to work, I was placed on furlough and lockdown was due to begin on the 23rd of March. This also happened to be my 29th birthday! I spent my birthday in my room struggling to breath to the point that I could hardly speak without gasping for breath. I’d had the window pulled open as wide as I could to help me and I had to sleep on my front with pillows under my chest. I was unable to walk a far distance without running out of breath, including the local shops for food, so I’d relied a lot on takeaways to help get me through. It was really scary times as around that time, the only stories I was hearing about COVID were of the people that were dying, particularly those with apparently no underlying illness.
That summarises my first few months of 2020. I will be posting a summary of the following months as soon as I can, which I will link to this post. Anyways, thanks for reading. Stay safe and Happy New Year.