The title says it all really, and this post is me venting about my fears as a result of the Covid 19 pandemic. The replies are all excellent advice and very helpful and really tell the story of this post. If you're not in the mood to read about fear then just skip this bit. If you want to read it, then hover.
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That's about it really.
I'm doing my best but struggling. I've got what I would characterize as an addiction to social media, and if you were going to invent the worst possible way to find out information during a genuinely threatening crisis then twitter would probably be the way. I think they'd have turned it off during WWII, and maybe ought to consider doing so now (along with parts of YouTube). We've been at home for a couple of days, and my partner and I had a row today over a viral (ha!) post on Facebook with a load of incorrect - but largely harmless - advice in it. People share that stuff in good faith; to create it in order to get personal or business exposure is just unconscionable.
I have a pre-existing lung condition that puts me at risk of chest infections and I've got a sore throat. I don't think it's corona virus because I haven't had a cough or fever. My partner has had a cough for about a month, which we also don't think is coronavirus: she think's it's probably an infection related to a dental problem. We live in the UK and were both born here. My partner has Chinese heritage, and the average racist isn't fussy - long before things got really serious she said people were avoiding sitting next to her on trains. I'm terrified or this ramping up as things get worse.
These are externalities, I know, and things that I largely can't control.
I am doing my best. And that includes being engaged at Darebee. I'm trying to work out when I can. And... I don't know if I can meditate.
I'm just spending so much time each day imagining my death and the deaths of those I love (all of which are innevitable, but none of which should be on the cards just yet!) that it's killing me: I think there's a fairly good chance, for example, that my sore throat, or at least the tightness in my chest, is psychosomatic and related to panic. There's also a fairly good chance that because of my pre-exisiting condition I will die if I catch corona virus.
Thank you, it was useful to vent that.
Maybe now I'll have a cry.
I've tried to take some useful, practical steps today.
I'm going to get to the end of a set of work and then take four days off. My clients - I'm a writer - will have to deal with it, I'm damaging myself badly.
I've unsubscribed from a load of youtube politics channels I watch.
And... I did a load of punches - thank you, Darebee! - and will do more later.
Take care everyone. x
I'm doing my best but struggling. I've got what I would characterize as an addiction to social media, and if you were going to invent the worst possible way to find out information during a genuinely threatening crisis then twitter would probably be the way. I think they'd have turned it off during WWII, and maybe ought to consider doing so now (along with parts of YouTube). We've been at home for a couple of days, and my partner and I had a row today over a viral (ha!) post on Facebook with a load of incorrect - but largely harmless - advice in it. People share that stuff in good faith; to create it in order to get personal or business exposure is just unconscionable.
I have a pre-existing lung condition that puts me at risk of chest infections and I've got a sore throat. I don't think it's corona virus because I haven't had a cough or fever. My partner has had a cough for about a month, which we also don't think is coronavirus: she think's it's probably an infection related to a dental problem. We live in the UK and were both born here. My partner has Chinese heritage, and the average racist isn't fussy - long before things got really serious she said people were avoiding sitting next to her on trains. I'm terrified or this ramping up as things get worse.
These are externalities, I know, and things that I largely can't control.
I am doing my best. And that includes being engaged at Darebee. I'm trying to work out when I can. And... I don't know if I can meditate.
I'm just spending so much time each day imagining my death and the deaths of those I love (all of which are innevitable, but none of which should be on the cards just yet!) that it's killing me: I think there's a fairly good chance, for example, that my sore throat, or at least the tightness in my chest, is psychosomatic and related to panic. There's also a fairly good chance that because of my pre-exisiting condition I will die if I catch corona virus.
Thank you, it was useful to vent that.
Maybe now I'll have a cry.
I've tried to take some useful, practical steps today.
I'm going to get to the end of a set of work and then take four days off. My clients - I'm a writer - will have to deal with it, I'm damaging myself badly.
I've unsubscribed from a load of youtube politics channels I watch.
And... I did a load of punches - thank you, Darebee! - and will do more later.
Take care everyone. x
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