Behind the green curtain is a Bella that spends much of the time focusing on what needs to be managed in order to make it through each day. It takes a lot of energy to manage bipolar, general anxiety disorder and PTSD. There’s taking the combination of medications morning and night. Balancing waking and sleeping hours. Ensuring one is engaging in basic self-care. Throw in a full-time job, a loving family, and I have pretty much hit my bandwidth.
Underneath it all, I consider myself to be an empathic person. I feel strong emotions and when someone is in pain, I feel it intensely. Over the last month, with the pandemic in place, the empathic feelings have been somewhat unbearable.
An area where I am feeling immense feelings is in my own “backyard”. There is business after business struggling. Some have laid off nearly all employees and are operating on a skeleton crew. Larger corporations have reduced work forces. So many people without jobs, incomes, but have bills to pay. It just breaks my heart.
Then there are our children. They have been home for what, a month? I think at this point the joy of being home has lost its luster. Without the structure of school, life is incomplete for the kiddos. There is the absence of interaction with friends and acquaintances. Let us not forget about the bond that the students have with their teachers. The teachers spend most of a year with the students, the teachers become their mentors.
In another bucket are teenagers. Their year has been severely uprooted. Although
interacting and participating with their online schooling, it is not the same. They are not in their hard and uncomfortable seats, with the backpacks at their feet, in the atmospheres that they have come to know well over the last several years. The interaction with friends, so critical at this age, is quite limited, downgraded to a video call and chat, but not the same as being in person.
The double whammy is the fact that May has always a big month, especially for older teenagers. It’s the month that typically holds proms, the delivery of yearbooks and commencement ceremonies. This year there will be no proms, who knows how the kids will get their yearbooks and the verdict is still out about the graduation ceremony.
It’s been a rough month. It has been quite challenging for me, for sure. I know that this pandemic is affecting each and every person, in a number of different ways, both young and old.
“A tree does not stop growing because the wind blew off a few of its leaves.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo