After battling with Covid-19 myself, I thought my fight was over. Exhausted, but on the mend slowly, since I'm no longer testing positive. Then my dear mother fell ill and within days, was gone. I woke up this morning and just knew she has left us, but that didn't make getting the phone call any easier. I couldn't say goodbye. I hadn't seen her in weeks, other than through video calls every now and then, due to me being so sick. I know she's at peace and not suffering, but that doesn't ease the pain. I wasn't ready to be without her. I'm NOT ready. I have to plan her funeral, somehow, seeing as she had no life insurance. I have to move out of our home, a home that's full of memories, but barely liveable. All of this while grieving. While still recovering from a horrific sickness. I haven't worked since lockdowns began, I lost my job. Savings are gone, dwindled away for bills and necessities during the lockdown and for medications while I've been sick. Now, I'm at a loss. I can't afford a funeral, even a small one, or to move, or furnish a place if I find one. I can't afford the bills I have now or even get groceries. Covid has taken EVERYTHING from me now and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. How in the world am I supposed to move forward right now? I've got nothing left in me. Not even anyone to talk to. Just...nothing.