The Hand that Mocked Them and The Heart That Felt

I'm fairly certain my family is worried about my mental health during this stay-at-home time because I'm by myself. My parents have each other, my sister is camping with her boyfriend, and my brother is staying with his fiancee and her kid and his kids. I, on the other hand, am happily single. I'm also happily introverted. Like, very introverted. Granted, I think in a few weeks I might end up being a little stir-crazy, but honestly it's not been long since this whole thing started. Still, my parents routinely skype me, and I'm scheduled to talk on the phone with mom while we walk twice a week. And last night my brother ordered me pizza (which was very sweet of him). And I can tell they're worried.

I mean, understandably. My whole family has a history of depression and anxiety, and traumatic experiences like a pandemic and being housebound can be hard on one's mental health. So far, though, I think I'm doing fine. I have my meds. And even the bit of anxiety that bleeds through the meds is lower than usual, possibly because the rest of the world has reached my level of anxiety and thus I don't feel the need to worry as much? I will keep an eye on the depression though, you never know when that will hit.

Hmm, I think I'll make mental health a tag. Make sure I check in with myself every once in awhile, especially since my usual red-flag (not going to church) isn't available. Right now I'm feeling good, less anxious. And I'm doing things, like puzzles, and crochet, and reading my prayers.

As for the world, it seems to be getting a handle on the situation. I mean, it's still a horrible, unprecedented situation, but I get the feeling that we're settling into a new schedule in life? Like, we don't all panic whenever some new restriction pops up, or we aren't surprised by the continual news coverage. There's still a lot unknown, but not knowing is like the new normal.