What can I say. We’re already in 2021 but it doesn’t feel much different.
At the start of it, I was scared. Like really, pants-sh*ttingly scared. I was afraid to leave my house, even the simple things like going to the little supermarket hear home were unsurmountable. The world seemed hostile, ready to spring at me and eat me at any minute, with his invisible virus teeth.
Since then we’ve survived numerous lockdowns, ends of lockdowns and all kinds of unfulfilled promises “from above” that everything will be OK.
In these crazy times I just had to find something to hold on to. To be my own, to calm me down. These are the things that helped me.
Meditation. Therapy ( I cannot stress this enough. To have a person who genuinely listens to you is SO important). Listening to myself and what I really want, and trying to give it to myself. I found support with friends, at an online community that was created DURING the pandemic by a very talented psychologist, a sort of a safe space for all, to grow together while supporting each other. I think I still don’t fully understand how this helped me brave this year.
Even now, I feel like we’re pretending to be OK, in the face of all that’s happening, pretending not to care, not to notice. And I think it’s important to understand that it’s OK to say you’re afraid. And that this year is absolutely nuts, and backwards, and scaring the living hell out of everyone on Earth. It’s better to acknowledge your feelings than to sweep them under the rug.
Tell me, how did you support yourself during this pandemic? Maybe something you did could help others cope.
Hugs!
Sasha.