Honestly, not well. I had a hard transition to working at home from working in a school building, then once we finally got underway in this "no one knows when it's going to end" phase of things, I've been falling apart slowly. Summer was easier for me because even though I was working, it felt like organization and things I could "control," aspects of my job were on hold, and I could breathe because I only worked 4 days a week. It did NOT feel like a break when I had 2 weeks before and 2 weeks after the summer, too, and my colleagues who didn't work the summer said they felt like they had to constantly check their email, so we were all drained starting the summer.
I've put on a great face at work, but my mental life at home is like a house falling down around me. I feel like all the hard work I've fought for and put in for five long years has been slipping through my fingers. Like sand. I'm organized to the hilt at work because I fear being let go (an irrational fear, my job is badly needed), and I have the feeling that if I'm not available at all hours of my work day via email I'll be accused of not working (not true).
My mom is immunocompromised and I'm worried like crazy about her. I yo-yo between crying and feeling numb most days. When I'm numb, I bury myself in work to distract myself. I'm in full-blown survival mode.
I'm irritable, there's no sense of control, nowhere truly feels safe. I haven't been sleeping well, and I'm often forgetting that I need to take deep breaths or just even breathe normally. My husband has definitely been suffering because I'm suffering and get overwhelmed about the small things all over the house because I feel like I'm losing control and can't keep anything together. I'm "mind-reading" where I shouldn't be (phrasings in emails, body language I can't read in Zoom/Video calls, a sigh from my husband as he walks away from me). It's been so so hard in August and September, and I'm starting to lose seeing a way out.
My doctor only refilled my Xanax for 12 and said "let's see how long that lasts you" because I've been taking like 3 of them a week (one per day for three days, then being able to manage the other 4, wherever it lands in the weekly rotation), and I've probably been leaning on it more than I should. I took that the wrong way, too. My T said that was OK because I'm going through a rough patch, we all are.
Thanks for asking, I'm sure I'm in good company.
My therapist was off for 3 weeks, and I really do need a lifeline. This week was his first week back, so hopefully regular sessions will help. I'm debating asking him if we can do twice a week, but I know therapists are strained too and I worry about being overly needy.