I’ve got to say, regardless of the political or medical incongruencies behind the lockdown, this third term is striking me hard. I find I cannot go to my usual recourses to escape the boredom, painting, writing etc, seem played out… I don’t feel that they will alleviate the ennui I’m feeling. This time feels like I’m in solitary confinement, without a baseball to bounce off the walls of my room. All of my media outlets are no longer sustaining my interior monologue… I’m just playing chess against a computer and even at the highest setting the computer is not a very good player…
I was already in a chronically depressive state, and the lack of company is getting me down. Janet is a hundred miles away and I dare not drive down there in case I’m arrested… This sounds ridiculous but only yesterday people were fined for travelling five miles into the country with a cup of coffee, which the police claimed could constitute a picnic. The world has ceased to make even a modicum of sense or common sense.
Janet says another week will see her lose her mind completely. I don’t feel I have that long to wait, unless I can find someway of provoking some interest in a new hobby I will atrophy. I miss my kids, my beloved and my Phoenix. I know I am not alone in these feelings but it’s hard to take solace in being one of a community of isolates.
When was the last time you spoke to someone outside of your family members?
It’s over a month since I spoke to anyone in real life, not on facetime etc.
How do we actually protect our mental health when everything and everyone is beyond comprehension?
asking for a friend…