I know that try as I might I cannot ensure I don’t catch a virus that so many Canadians and individuals worldwide have contracted, through no fault of their own (in most cases). But what has been troubling to me has been the side effects of my social isolation, during this period of unparalleled uncertainty and fear. Not being able to touch anyone, or receive a hug if I am breaking down, or having a fearful day (which seems to be whenever I turn on the news nowadays), has been particularly difficult for me. Only having my cat, and virtual conversations with loved ones to turn to, when trying to uplift my mood. And knowing this will be my support system for the duration of this pandemic, is hard to reconcile with. I understand why social distancing is necessary. I agree that it is the part I am responsible for, at an individual level, during our fight to stem this profligate virus. But I can also admit that it’s a hard thing to adjust to for the long-term.
I can try to put myself in the shoes of persons who have never had any social barriers. Or whose livelihoods and/or the survival of their businesses depend on ending social isolation. For them, to be so isolated must feel wrong, and like the wrong tack to be applying to this pandemic. Even though, it is the ONLY thing that has been proven to work in lessening the dissemination of this virus. While, allowing our medical professionals enough time, and resources, to save the maximum number of lives. But for anti-social distancers because of certain motivating factors, perhaps financial and/or personal, ANYTHING but social isolation is a risk they are seemingly willing to take. With all of our lives. Over 1515 brave Quebecers have died in my province so far, and a total of 2560 indomitable Canadians have died nationwide (Wikipedia, 2020). While worldwide there have been 206,000 deaths since the beginning of this outbreak
So despite these easily accessible figures, and the thousands of videos taken by regular people showing this pandemic to be real. This dissenting minority’s protests, and breaking of martial law, feels foolish, hurtful, and selfish. And where it is happening in Canada and not just elsewhere in the world, below us as Canadians somehow. For personal comfort, financial and otherwise, to trump the sacrifice of individual lives lost. And the grief of countless families whose loved ones have passed away from Covid-19, is selfish and wrong. How can one look at all of that senseless loss by the thousands, and hundreds of thousands, and complain about personal gripe. Watch families that did not get to be there for their loved ones during their illness, nor say goodbye as they lost this fight. Or even gain closure, and communal support at their funeral afterwards, because it’s too dangerous, and currently illegal to congregate en masse. And yet go out to Capitol Hill, or whatever the local seat of government is for these dissenters. In order to complain when they are lucky to be healthy and here when so many are not. For them to be able to consciously make that choice, and argue its validity on a national platform (which is what protesting does). While they have access to the same resources I do, which show parents taken from their children by Covid-19 and vice versa. Boggles. My. Mind. I see it as a wilful desecration of these recent deaths, and families’ sacrifices, driven by personal and/or financial gain. Despite, our federal government seemingly stretching our national debt to new levels, in a very short period of time to “foot the bill” for us all. Something which has never happened before, in the history of capitalist democracies. End of rant, and I hope to see an end to this new movement soon. I find it sickening, and in very poor taste in these very trying times.
For me, along with regularly reading about the latest medical advice on how to stay safe. And, new government martial law mandates, about what I am still legally able to do. My focus has been on how to make it through this pandemic, with a healthy body, and a healthy mind. I’m trying to reach that goal by working, which I am lucky enough to still do. At a time when so many Canadians are unemployed due to health concerns. Also, volunteering helps me assuage some of my guilt at getting to work from home when my: grocer, pharmacist, and countless others cannot, so that our society can continue to function. It makes me feel that I am part of this battle against the Coronavirus, like I am looking out for my global neighbours, and fellow Canadians. And standing with my country as a whole, in our fight for as long as it takes. To try to come out of this on the other side, and without a decimated population. As weird as this might seem, past the one-month frenzy of preparation, and over-purchasing. These work and volunteering habits have brought my anxiety levels down. They’ve made me feel as if I can adapt to this new normal, while trying to find new ways to enjoy life as it is now. I’m blessed to be healthy when so many have not had the same cards dealt to them. So I feel that I don’t really have a choice but to buck up. Measure my emotions so that I can last through this difficult period, while staying as mentally whole as possible. I wish the same for anyone that reads this. You are strong, stronger than you know, as you’ve never been tested the way we are all being tested right now. With countless losses behind us and an uncertain future ahead, we have to stay solid. So that we can continue to take on whatever comes our way.
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