Anonymous wrote:I’m fine. Family is fine.
But staring down 3-6-9 more months of this makes me want to cry or have a nervous breakdown. I hate everyone who is happy or thinks this is awesome. Even my husband seems to mind it way less.
I feel like Tom Hanks with the volleyball and the hash marks counting the days.
I know what you mean.
I try to put on a brave face for my kids, and I know we are lucky that our jobs aren’t effected, DL isn’t horrific in our house, and no one in our family or friends has been truly ill (One 21 year old who works in service industry had covid mildly over the summer and her house full of family all tested negative).
It is still awful to be kept from my family. It is still awful that my grandmother died and my mother couldn’t see her before she passed and had to mourn alone because no one can travel. It’s depressing to not be able to see friends. It’s depressing to have to fret over every decision regarding risks of contact-can my 9 year old play with a friend outside, can she play at the playground if no one is there, can we hike here or will it be too crowded and too many massless people...
I can both be thankful for what we have but also be deeply sad and angry at wha we are missing. The sadness and anger are mostly hidden, but they are here.