Today someone broke down and cried in a conference call at work because their friend in the UK has a father in Belgium who caught the virus and 2 days later he had passed away. The friend is on lockdown and could do nothing for his father, can do nothing for his grief. There was nothing anyone on the call could say.
Yesterday I had a bad day, anxiety had gotten the better of me the night before, I had a mild anxiety attack and shed a few tears because of my own, personal worries and I spend the day feeling exhausted, terrified and low. Today I felt better, not because anything had changed, I was just managing it…life…better.
It could be quite easy to forget what is going on in the world outside if you’re avoiding the news and remaining relatively unaffected, but then you’re reminded of this bizarre, movie-like situation we have found ourselves in. There’s no discrimination here, the virus doesn’t care for your colour, your social status, your financial status, it doesn’t care if you’re healthy or not to be honest, it just jumps from body to body. Quite frankly i’m terrified to be within any distance of anyone who isn’t my mum or dad and that in itself is a sad side-effect of the virus. Are we losing our humanity.
The panic buying and arguing over products on shop shelves, avoiding eye contact as you give another person a wide berth on the street. If we weren’t desensitised by people’s suffering enough as it is thanks to social media, we’re now desensitising ourselves to genuine human interaction.
Tonight I was beaten for the fourth night in a row by my Mum at Scrabble, but on the upside I finally completed my first square of knitting. It’s the little things that you have to keep hold of to see you through, I suppose.