The first official national lockdown began on 23 March 2020. As we mark a year in and out of restrictions, we look back at the events that defined our shared experience and the personal stories that HuffPost UK were proud to help tell.
But Tory MPs accuse the government of causing "confusion" over the coronavirus lockdown.
These days I'm hearing more and more about the stress and heartache redundancy brings, so I decided to write a very personal piece reflecting the gamut of emotions I experienced whilst going through this very same process.
So as the end-of-term rain hammers down outside, as the postman thinks up new and more outrageous insults as the Summer holidays go on, as the political leaders rip one another apart and as people try to figure out whether Article 50 will actually work in reality... weeks without bells and a timetable loom. Now what?
Long story short, my life has been pretty much mapped out up until now. And in some ways it's liberating to not know what's coming next. But it's also completely terrifying. So can anyone provide me with some reassurance or advice or anything really? Am I alone in feeling like this? Will things work out? What do I do next?