I often think about how I just took life before Covid for granted. I always knew things could change for the worse of course, but I never imagined like this. Even the few times the possiblity of a pandemic crossed my mind, it did not occur to me that life would become so severely curtailed as a result. It just seems so hard to accept that what was just everyday life for so long, for the time being has become an unattainable dream.
I know the most tragic part of this whole thing is all the lives lost as well as all the people being left with serious health issues. However as yet, and touch wood, I do not know any one personally. It's obvious from my previous posts I am extremely anxious about the virus itself. But I also feel such a painful yearning for how life used to be. Sometimes I get a memory of something not very long ago, and it seems so close I can almost taste it, yet so far because now it would be an impossible situation. It's like a mental torment.
I understand why social distancing has to happen and of course adhere to the rules, but I find this 'New Normal' so distressing. Just 6 months ago we could walk out the front door and go where we wanted and meet who we wanted without a second thought. Now there is the constant fear of the virus, and we have to carefully think about where we go and how we interact with others, essentially keeping away from them as much as possible.
Although of course better than the alternative, it just seems such a sad existence now. The thought that it could go on for years like this, or worse indefinitely, is unbearable. But really a vaccine is the only way out, isn't it? if there is never a vaccine, this will just go on.