To be honest, it’s been tough this week.
Yeah, I know, there are people dying. I know there are people trying to stop those people dying and adding up a heavy psychological debt in the process. I know there are people trapped in bad situations, sheltering in place with someone harmful to them. I know there are unemployed people. I know there are single mothers with three little kids trying to work as best they can and care for them.
I know I’m in a better place than all of them.
I also know that I am prone a bit of depression and it’s been kind of a cloudy week. I know that when this started, I recognized I needed some more human interaction to maintain optimal mental health–and I wasn’t able to do that.
And I know that everyone’s a little stressed right now and, though everyone’s trying, well…everyone’s trying.
I can sit here and beat myself up. I can repeat the popular meme about how bad Anne Frank had it and shame myself into a better mindset.
Or I can accept it, weather it, and try to mitigate it.
Thursday evening was a little cool, so we got the fire pit out and sat at the end of the driveway with it for a while. Last night, we sat in the driveway with the neighbors, socially distanced, and talked. Today, I went for a bike ride. The light box has helped.
I’ve stopped listening to the daily news conferences. Given that my Facebook feel is a progression of Trump sucks and his followers are selfish idiots against fake news, liberty, thank God for this great, great man, you unAmerican creeps posts, I may back off it.
I’m writing this blog every day to kickstart my writing, and also to try to add something good into the discussion. Some days, that’s hard.
As much as there’s optimism about opening things up within the next few weeks, I don’t find that realistic. At least for me, this is likely to be a long haul.
We’re starting week seven of a separation that, for me, is likely to be measured in months.
So the valleys will come and go, but tomorrow will be there until God decides otherwise.
The best thing we can do–more than washing, distancing, masks, and the like–is to maintain the mental health that feeds the mental toughness required for this circumstance.