Covid 5 years later: How the epidemic changed everything

I had two big “C” in my life and happened at the same time. Five years ago, at the age of 46, I found a mass in my chest, just as another big “C” hit the United States. I came to mind this month when I was scanned every two years last month.

5 years is a big problem with cancer terms. This is because the likelihood of returning for a long time without recurrence is greatly reduced. When I presented this guy’s news to a group of friends, it met with encouraging feelings and applause. I touched it, but I was not surprised. I knew that “c” was possible. It was someone else I could not do.

I sat on a barbecue in the spring of 2021 and learned the lesson early. After surgery and treatment, I was quarantined at home for almost a year, which was one of my first social outing. Located on the outdoor sofa, I talked about how the two women next to me affected the children’s sports schedules and how boring their social life last year.

One of them said that she is “enough” with many convictions that she can think of as a lawyer who attempts an incident. “Everything was bullshit!”

I made my own excuses and went to the bathroom and sat in a closed toilet. Did we just have the same year? I felt like they were living in any kind of parallel universe. Didn’t they understand what it was in the hospital? How can they want to continue their lives without acknowledging the depth of what happened in the world?

Memories in the early cobids have bothered me. On the day of the surgery, the report was reported outside the hospital while hugging my husband as a farewell. The terror of all the eyes I met once. Empty corridor. Workers of the entire PPE. The way the nurse does the best No ~ To touch me. A patient who has passed me in a hospital bed with plastic hoods on his head. Lord’s tape.

The doctor’s way is, “If we get a virus, we cannot deal with you.” Every time you come home, you will be awake every night when you wondering if it’s going to be a day to die tomorrow. It was a way I needed a good mask, but I didn’t buy a protesters in the news about what I had to wear at all. The government told me not to panic, but more people were sick and died. And how the president said, “Keep calmly. It will disappear. ” But it hasn’t been for a long time.

How do you just forget?

But for the next few months, I will continue to transform the same conversation. The agreement seemed to be that we had no time to reflect on our society, and if we had no time for empathy or time for memory, we should escape covid as soon as possible as a society. And most we did so.

There was a sign that this may not be the best plan. In the case of depression and anxiety Quite Rose. By 2022, the World Health Organization (WHO) cited 25% increase The prevalence of anxiety and depression around the world (And it is only a reported case). I was not just an observer of that statistics, but one of them. This was what I wanted in my DNA now. And I was able to see the charm of wearing blinds, but I couldn’t keep them.

It started with anxiety attacks in a crowded place. It refuted the smallest change in my body, the tickle of the neck, headaches, and sneezing. Kobid and cancer were trapped in my heart, so I believed that some of my first surrender would follow others. My thoughts, which were full of work allocation, my child’s game schedule and social plan before the epidemic, were overturned by all the fear of consumption.

But when friends asked, “How are you doing?” I always replied, “Good.”

Logic said I would be her again if I acted like a person in March 2020. So, when I received an invitation, I wanted to say no. I laughed through a cocktail party and a work event. I told myself: This is what people do, and the more you do, the easier you get.

I went to the theater by subway and traveled. If all of these people do that, it must be safe. And even among those things, I got a light case of Kovid and anxiety remained when it was restored.

The aftermath of traumatic events can lead to anxiety, depression, drug abuse and emotional regulation (eg, irritability and anger). I was experiencing almost everything I started treatment because I knew I could no longer suppress them. Every week, I told my story, and as I did, worry finally began to disappear.

I learned that when people experienced trauma, the general response mechanism was separated from thoughts and emotions. And I started to wonder how I was true about myself. Did we do what we did as a society? After enduring a single isolation period, did we give up on heterogeneous to avoid too difficult things?

Today I live very much in a way I did before Kobid, but sometimes, I still feel tense about the crowd and unpredictable situations. And now there are tools to manage this moment, but I wonder if they will disappear. Just as cancer has changed forever, Kobead was so.

I am not the same as before March 2020, and it is the same. Whether we like it or not, we are all changed by different “C”. Our Kobe Story is important, whether it’s a first -year student who missed a small league season, a border between the bedroom, a front line, a grandparents who spent a year without hugs, and one of millions of people who have lost their loved ones when they are suffering from long cobids. This experience has made us our people today. They are part of us now. The great way to say the truth is that we know that we are alone when we did.

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