Ashley S. Atlanta Georgia
Living with a mental illness is challenging in itself with the stigma and managing recovery. Since the coronavirus outbreak I watched more of the news broadcast than ever before. This pandemic is nerve wrecking.
When I heard of the news for Georgia residents to shelter in place I did not know what that meant and hoped for life to return to normal. Generally, I am isolated and work from home, while my son is in school during the day.
Accordingly, I set in place another routine. We walked our neighborhood frequently and kept doctor appointments. The coronavirus disrupted our routine but also enhanced bonding time between me and my son.
We walked, played card games, and watched more movies. Sometimes this new norm felt suffocating, but the walks around the neighborhood while keeping therapy appointments helped me maintain wellness.
Kurt S. Bronx New York
Next week will mark for me the 3rd month of the pandemic—as far as the many changes I have had to make in my life. I have been extremely fortunate that I either did not get the virus (or if I had it a mild case which only consisted of severe vomiting) and I have been able to work from home 4 days a week.
The 2 major hardships are that I am not allowed to visit my son, who lives in a group home (even though he is only 5 minutes away) and that once a week I still must take the subway (I use a face shield which gives me a pretty good level of comfort).
My mental health has been surprisingly good during this time, I believe most likely because the pandemic has allowed me to appreciate the smaller things in life.
Christina B. Brooklyn NY
I’m learning to be patient with myself when I fail to attend to self-care. I’ll use the exfoliating scrub only 1x per week when the directions state “use 1-2 times per week.”
Sometimes in your life and in recovery you can only do the bare minimum.
For the last 3 months I’ve been mostly staying indoors in my apartment. Going outside I risk running into a bunch of yahoos in my neighborhood that walk around with open faces not covered up.
I treat myself to Petit Pot organic chocolate pudding when I order my weekly groceries.
Every day I record on a weekly To-Do pad the lunches and dinners I’m having to track how well I’m eating.
At the start of the outbreak it was harder because it was winter and gloomy.
It’s gotten better except I have a dial for compassion that can’t be shut off. Watching the memorial service for George Floyd on TV I was heartbroken.
To cope I’ve turned to using my 3 blogs to speak out.
Artists and Authors like I am can use our emotional energy to create words and images that move people to action.
My 82-year old mother told me three weeks ago:
“There is nothing unless there is truth.”
How right-on that statement was. Her fortune telling was eerie in light of the future protests.
We are moving from the age of lies and misinformation to the Age of Truth telling.
If I cannot be honest in the blogs then how will I be able to make a difference?
Bravery is called for. The courage for each of us to speak the truth and tell our stories.
Peers living with mental health issues should not feel guilty or ashamed for having an illness.
No human being living on earth should live in fear of any kind.
This goes for fearing what people think of you. It goes for fearing that you could be killed.
In this blog I’m going to post peer stories and essays.
Individuals speaking their truth is how the needle shifts in society towards love and acceptance.
Telling our stories gives others permission to do the same.
We’re all together as human beings living on earth.
My first foray into Storytelling will be to post a blog carnival of first-person accounts about living through the pandemic.