We all know COVID-19 has not been a great time for mental health. First, I was worried about the unknown. When will things shut down? Will all my plans be cancelled?
We got our answers, we adjusted to a life of social distancing. I’ve grown accustom to working from home, even though it presents it’s own difficulties. I’m bored sometimes, grateful most of the time. I’ve picked up hobbies, found more time for exercise.
I hate seeing what’s happening outside my doorstep. People dying, people protesting. So I’ve nestled into my own little bubble of protection and I’ve grown to like it here.
But as murmurs of reopening start to emerge, a new kind of anxiety is forming. The anxiety of going back to normal.
I actually was doing pretty well before this all began. Work was going okay and we had a lot of upcoming plans I was preparing for. But now I feel so unprepared. There are still things that may be rescheduled, but I still have to be ready for. I will be faced with a whole new set of challenges at work, some of which I’m already facing and not adjusting to while working from home.
I’m afraid I’m going to go back to normal and just hate it. Because there will be some people who can just forget that this whole thing happened, but I will surely be carrying it with me.