I’m talking about the kind you get after socialising with gusto. The hangover that leaves you emotionally and physically drained, without the need for one too many daiquiris the night before (though the two do often come in hand in hand).
I'm worried that the hard work I've put into improving my mental health over the last few years is being undone by this pandemic.
Any other weekend, I’d be out and about. But not this weekend. Not this week. Not this month. And not for the foreseeable.