Living in the time of Covid-19
Life in Isolation
The world has put it simply, ‘gone mad’. A coronavirus that has once again jumped species and unfortunately wasn’t contained. I’ve been stuck at home now for the last 24 days. Even before that I was restricting my movements because of the immune suppressant drugs I’ve been on.
To be frank. I haven’t been dealing with it that well. I’m in a constant swing from huge amounts of anxiety, then sliding down in a depression which has been lasting for days. I think there is a constant appearance of both which hasn’t been helping.
Working from home isn’t improving the situation. I maybe an introvert, but doesn’t mean we want to be on my own most of the time. I still like to be outside watching the world, and exploring. This being cooped up inside is extremely draining.
One of the things I’ve noticed during this period, is the underlying level of stress. It is always there, and effecting everything that you do. You try to put a name to it, but you can’t, and it’s just there lurking out of view. It zaps your motivation, and memory. Doing the simplest of tasks involves more effort than you are use to. There is a never ending need of making sure people ‘know’ that you are being productive. So you work longer, and harder than you would in the office.
I’m not sure how long this will continue for, but I think it is important to be open and honest about it with friends, family, and colleagues. Yes, we are all going through the same thing, but that doesn’t mean we don’t need each other to lean on, and have an outlet.