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Mentally, I’m Off
I’m distancing from reasonability
It’s been a little over a month since we received orders to stay home and safely tucked away from the unprecedented global health emergency that continues to have catastrophic effects on victims and their helpless loved ones.
In the days following the national mandate and the pertinent information about the deadliness of COVID-19, which had been initially downplayed by those who are tasked with the responsibility of protecting our very lives, there were episodes of depression manifested by fear of the unknown.
Eventually emotions leveled off with displays of hopefulness and some spells of sadness, evoked by the bleak news bulletins and the graphicness of social media.
For a minute there, I believed in my ability to redirect my restless energy towards productive valves of creativity.
As someone who swears by the currency of her artistry, particularly during challenging times that have a tendency to demand the rawness of expression, the acute pain of not being able to deliver is throwing me into a cyclone of mental disarray.
For the past two weeks, the disturbance in the force has been apparent.
I tried logging off from daily engagement in an effort to summon a reboot, but when the world is weeping, with…
