March 2021 – Spring is arriving (at least on the West Coast) with a sense of hopefulness
After the horrendously dreadful days of 2020 and the recently attained milestone of 500,000 Covid deaths, topping the combined totals of WWI, WWII, and Vietnam, we are devastated by a monumental sense of loss. We mourn and grieve for the families with empty beds, vacant places at the dinner table, shrouded in memories of the departed; the brothers and sisters, best friends and lovers who have left us prematurely. We miss our elders whom we cherished, who did not survive.
We could scream in pain, but we have been crushed under its weight. Our energy is still low. We have been plagued with chronic anxiety, panic attacks, smoldering depression that wakes us up in the night and pings us with insomnia. There is a name now for the nightly battle, “Covid insomnia”. These are our hardships.
Unemployment, loss of income, homes forfeited. We battle to stay afloat and to maintain a sense of hope. Teens have struggled with rising suicide rates. Children have contended with a strangely unnatural world.
We mourn our isolation, our desire to hug and be hugged by our friends and associates, as a natural course of relatability that had been our lives. We have lived in a nostalgic remembrance of things past: the trips we took, the fun we had on those trips, places, people, events – all vivid in our minds as we have so long sheltered in place, stuck in the now.
