This year has been one for the records, and no doubt it will go down in history for its insanity and its unease. It started off as any other year before it has. We rang in the New Year hopeful for what was to come, closing doors on what has been. Glasses were clinked, toasts were given and resolutions were made, mostly in haste as resolutions usually are. I don’t think even fortune tellers could have foreseen the unfolding of 2020.
I am an Executive Assistant for a medium-to-large company. I love what I do because I love the organization that it needs, and I am nothing if not organized. I’m good at it, after all, I’m a wife and a mother of three. I make sense of chaos. It’s more social of a career than I thought I would have, but I love it despite that.
It was late February when the news started imploring our attention on this strange little virus that has been floating from continent to continent. We watched with concern, but we didn’t grasp the reality that was coming. The words Global Pandemic started to flow and with it the worry and angst that consumed most all humans. On March 13th, we decided to follow the orders and shut our offices down and setup everyone who could be with virtual offices. It was worrisome and chaotic, but it was a precaution in this unknown time. Our executives made a great decision and led us with such care that I’ll never be able to thank them enough. With Mr. Medic on the front lines of this terrible virus, I knew too well how serious it really was and having kind, understanding leadership in a time like this was something I didn’t see coming. I’ll forever be grateful to them.
It’s now mid-October and our numbers here in GA continue to be at or over what they were when we decided to close the state so our office remains mostly remote despite our state throwing caution to the wind and opening up several months ago. Seven months into this pandemic, all the while working from home with the exception of a day a week, and I have become a very different person. I’d love to say I have gained insight, welcomed new challenges, or made better decisions for myself. Alas, I have not. In fact, I have found that I am far more comfortable in my home working diligently alone. For someone who isn’t social, this has become a very eye-opening time. I am finding life alone both reassuring and frightening in equal measure.
I’ve found solitude has started to break me in ways I never saw coming. I closed myself into my own little bubble under the name of “sheltering-in-place”, but I have altered myself, inevitably, for the worse. The idea of “going out” or entering the world again spreads an anxiety I haven’t yet felt despite the last 20 years of my life living with anxiety and depression. This is different. This is raw and carnal. This is a fear I can’t afford to have.
This new fear has caused quite a few fights between Mr. Medic and I and it seems I am not responding logically and, in truth, I find that I am very nearly unable to find logic and reason at all even when I beg it to come. We’ve entered our 40s and our children are all of adult age. This is a time we should be living life to the fullest and traveling, and I’m finding it difficult to simply take a shower some days. I acknowledge this change inside me and I want to fix it desperately. I’m going to go dive in deep and figure this shit out because I refuse for 2020 to rob me of any more time.