At least 2% to 3% of the whole global population is going to face death at the hands of this pandemic. We could very well become mere statistic too. When anybody asks me if I am afraid of dying, I answer “no” since I have lived an awesome life full of achievements beyond the ones I set myself up for. So thankful for such a fulfilled life and if its time to leave, I’d leave happily. That’s my take on death at the hands of this pandemic or anything else.
I am completely heartbroken right now, and rather than sit here and stew in my thoughts and drive myself crazy, I need to escape. It’s all becoming a little too much. I’m not going to lie, I’m highly concerned about catching this virus, I have numerous upper respiratory issues, and I think I would have a hard time recovering from COVID-19. I’m also worried about Neil & my father contracting it. Plus, I have had to turn off the television and avoid Facebook because all of the posts about death, and child abuse, and every other little thing starts to weigh on me, that’s the thing about empathy, there’s no off switch. I also have a terrible habit of always putting myself last until my body forces me to make the time to focus on my health. I know, I need to do better. I deserve to treat myself better.
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