top of page
  • Writer's pictureKemiALondoner

One Lone Bee

Over the past week things have really ramped up.

My anxiety levels have ranged from nonchalant, convinced that the tales of this CoVID virus are greatly exaggerated; to paranoid, I must have it because I sneezed (once).

Are we all going to die? Is it really like getting the flu? Am I putting others in danger by being an unknowing carrier? Are other people carriers? Everyone is a suspect. Trust no one. It's a constant cycle of thoughts. I only feel safe in my home.

The idea of walking through the air of someone who coughed and didn't cover thier mouth puts me on edge. In every conversation I'm assessing how close other people are to me and step away accordingly. And yet I don't want to seem rude, so still keeping a close enough distance to be personable. I really just want to be alone where there's zero chance of catching it.

Where my behavior for self preservation and my morals and ethics as the founder of charity that is all about reducing social isolation ultimately collide is with the question: Do we promote social isolation for health?

I can't abide the thought of self imposed isolation. It is debilitating, increases ill mental health, reduces the feeling of self worth and connected-ness. At the same time catching this airborne communicable illness which is debilitating, reduces physical health and is potentially fatal to people with other illnesses, doesn't sound great for society either.

Where is the middle ground? Answers on a postcard.

2 views0 comments

Comments


Join the Mailing list

bottom of page