March 12, 2020 was the beginning of lockdown for me. At the time we were told the isolation measures would be two weeks, but my heightened fear response and anticipatory dread told me it would be much longer.
I felt physically sick, not knowing when I would see the people I care about in person again, worrying that perhaps I would never see them again.
I told myself that my brain stem was overreacting as usual and everyone just needed to stay at home for a little while. Everything would be OK, I repeated.Read more on themighty.com