This week I have become somewhat engrossed (again) by the rising tide of COVID, the increase in people needing ICU beds and the fear that we won’t have enough – beds, people resources, people vaccinated – to stop the rising tide. Thoughts of “when will it all end” float in my head.
The signs of life this week filled me with more hope than you can imagine. It has been a long, hard period – what with the winter, the pandemic and the loss and grief we’ve had to face. There have been times when I felt like none of it would end.
I don’t feel normal right now – physically, mentally or emotionally. It is unsettling. I tend to want to hibernate until I feel more like myself. Wait it out. Isolate. I have a vague sense that this approach will not work and that I might never feel quite normal again