I am what people would refer to as a senior. I have always been prone to periods of depression - I am a worrier and one of my parents was a very anxious individual and quite negative about life, the universe and everything. So I think I have inherited at least a part. I have mostly coped in the past because I was working (now retired), and had a loving partner (now widowed since 2015). I always had plenty to do and a shoulder to cry on. But I doubt if I would have joined this without the pandemic. During 2020 I was finishing writing and publishing a book, which finally happened in March this year. This was so all-consuming of my attention that I coped fairly well, particularly not living in a capital city with its attendant lock-downs. Now the virus has spread to the regions, my only face-to-face contact is when my daughter - an essential worker - drops off her 2 children for home schooling 3 days a week. I love the time I spend with them but when on my own, in spite of having lots to do around the house and yard - like catching up on the housework I didn't do whilst writing a book! - I don't feel motivated to do any of it. I have good friends and rels I can talk to on the phone or email, but it just isn't the same.