
Earlier this year, a friend and I had a similar experience with a pretty horrendous virus. As we exchanged war stories, there was something different about our experiences. While she could rely on her partner to come home from work armed with drugs, soup, Hydralyte and lemonade ice blocks, I was struggling to get through it alone, sweating through day four of a fever with a doctor advising me "someone should take me to Emergency".
My problem was, I had no idea who that mystery "someone" would be.
I've never had a problem being single, but it was in that moment of vulnerability I started spiralling about turning 35 and having no one to rely on but myself. Don't get me wrong, I have great family and great friends, but my family is situated hours away and I've admittedly gone down the road of hyper-independence, struggling to ask for help when I need it, not wanting to impose on my friends' busy lives.
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While I obviously recovered from the mystery death virus, the moment had me comparing my life and status to that of my coupled-up friends. While the grass can seem greener on the other side, the emotional, mental and financial tax of being single suddenly started to weigh on me. This wasn't helped by the fact I was trying to search for a studio or one-bedroom apartment in Sydney within my budget and coming up with, well, nothing. Suddenly my single status, which I never had a problem with, was making me extremely stressed.