1800 deaths from new variant covid yesterday, and 1600 the day

before. Numbers are increasing; and there is no end in sight. It’s destroying people mentally, I’ve seen my mother twice in a year, and she lives 15 minutes away, I’ve seen my sister once in a year and I haven’t seen one of my brothers at all. I come to work, I go home. I’m caring for everyone else’s mother and father, grandma and grandad, uncle, brother and sister. It’s extremely challenging times, and I’m sad. Im happy I get to stand in the place of where my patients relatives would stand, they know they’re being cared for to the best of our ability. Being strong for everybody else is so mentally straining, I’m exhausted.