I'm miserable, sometimes. I haven't been sleeping well, because of the stress. I'm kept awake at night by the idea I'm already infected by a virus which could

I'm miserable, sometimes. I haven't been sleeping well, because of the stress. I'm kept awake at night by the idea I'm already infected by a virus which could kill me in the next couple weeks... I live in a house with two others, both of which still have to go to work, and I'm in an "at risk" group because I have bad lungs. The worry that one of them may have accidentally brought the virus into the house stresses me out, and until this is over - until I'm not a danger - I can't visit with my family, who are all older than myself, and even more vulnerable. All my friends have chosen to quarantine as well. The right action, but it still hurts. It's only been 12 days, and I already feel so alone. To think about this being the next 12-18 months is just incomprehensible. I don't know how I'll handle it. I keep alternating between depression, anger, and feeling nothing at all. I had really believed this was going to be the year I'd make things turn around for me. I'd been making a lot of steps in the right direction - self-improvement and all that... I wasn't prepared for it to get worse. At least not on this scale.