I got whistled at the other day. In a mask, in my pajamas, in that early-morning state where you’re walking the dog and wonder am I wearing underwear? I was empirically Not Cute not that it’s ever stopped any dude before. But now they can’t scream hey baby, give me a smile!
I'm Fine.
I understand, so much.
I've been following the "I'm fine" jokey model most of my life too. Finally, this past October or so, my brain said "I'm done with this shit".
I am *so* fortunate to have benefits that allowed me to go on leave for months and still get my paycheque. I am just gradually returning to work.
You are not alone. I am glad you are making progress.