SeekingAfrica
Diamond Member
I am having a really tough time. Not much has changed, and yet everything has changed. Alone from anything that may or may not happen in medicine or economy through this situation, I am feeling the effects on myself.
I spend 2 years getting to a better state, and now everything is getting rocky very fast. I don't know what it is, if it's the constant panic in the news and in people. Or if it's the fact that part of a PTSD starting for me included hiding in a room after the trauma, waiting when it's safe to come out, waiting and sneaking and thinking once I can go home I will be back to myself again. That constant feeling of not knowing what to expect and every day bringing something harder you couldn't forsee. Or maybe that sense of having to figure out how to do normal daily things like shopping and other things without breaking rules and having to search for places still delivering that won't take weeks to deliver because everyone is ordering. Some countries I believe gave a tentative date for when they may resume regular life. Where I am, they did not. Obviously, there was a law stating it can be 90 days at most, and then if situation is dire renewed for 90 days more. But other than that, no one can tell you if it will be a week or a month or the full 90 days. Every time I need something beyond food, it feels like it's a whole task requiring research to figure out how to get to it possibly. Every shopping in person doesn't make me any less on edge.
It's getting harder to wake up on time.
It's getting harder to clean or work.
I keep having daily anxiety and having to break tasks in mini baby steps.
It's getting harder to reply to emails or calls even if they feel good when I actually do them.
It's getting harder to show up for my online dance class, even though I need the exercise.
I did few things this more, and everything I need to do ends up a deadend or unproductive and I am starting to feel waves between anxiety and dissociation. Like I just need something to work, something to happen, today, now. I know this way of thinking, I've been there, when I am so anxious that I can't think straight. And yet it's not helpful knowing that because the need is still there.
A part of me wishes this whole thing would be 90 days exactly because at least then I would know exactly what is heading towards me(that doesn't mean I wish anyone would have bad health, obviously. it's just this irrational to have some control, some knowledge, some way to adapt and not be thinking - who knows how things will change tomorrow). Never been great at adaptation and this time feels like a kick in the gut.
I am greatful it's not worse, but that doesn't mean I'm doing well.
A part of me wishes it can end tomorrow, because again, that would mean I know what is coming.
This, feels like limbo, like we're neither here nor there, waiting for change.
I spend 2 years getting to a better state, and now everything is getting rocky very fast. I don't know what it is, if it's the constant panic in the news and in people. Or if it's the fact that part of a PTSD starting for me included hiding in a room after the trauma, waiting when it's safe to come out, waiting and sneaking and thinking once I can go home I will be back to myself again. That constant feeling of not knowing what to expect and every day bringing something harder you couldn't forsee. Or maybe that sense of having to figure out how to do normal daily things like shopping and other things without breaking rules and having to search for places still delivering that won't take weeks to deliver because everyone is ordering. Some countries I believe gave a tentative date for when they may resume regular life. Where I am, they did not. Obviously, there was a law stating it can be 90 days at most, and then if situation is dire renewed for 90 days more. But other than that, no one can tell you if it will be a week or a month or the full 90 days. Every time I need something beyond food, it feels like it's a whole task requiring research to figure out how to get to it possibly. Every shopping in person doesn't make me any less on edge.
It's getting harder to wake up on time.
It's getting harder to clean or work.
I keep having daily anxiety and having to break tasks in mini baby steps.
It's getting harder to reply to emails or calls even if they feel good when I actually do them.
It's getting harder to show up for my online dance class, even though I need the exercise.
I did few things this more, and everything I need to do ends up a deadend or unproductive and I am starting to feel waves between anxiety and dissociation. Like I just need something to work, something to happen, today, now. I know this way of thinking, I've been there, when I am so anxious that I can't think straight. And yet it's not helpful knowing that because the need is still there.
A part of me wishes this whole thing would be 90 days exactly because at least then I would know exactly what is heading towards me(that doesn't mean I wish anyone would have bad health, obviously. it's just this irrational to have some control, some knowledge, some way to adapt and not be thinking - who knows how things will change tomorrow). Never been great at adaptation and this time feels like a kick in the gut.
I am greatful it's not worse, but that doesn't mean I'm doing well.
A part of me wishes it can end tomorrow, because again, that would mean I know what is coming.
This, feels like limbo, like we're neither here nor there, waiting for change.