I was recently reminded that almost anything can send you right back to a traumatic event in your life.
I found myself completely helpless in the fear and anxiety my body immediately felt. I reacted in a way that was not like me.
I was five again.
My parents had just separated from a terrible marriage; my father was physically abusing our mother.
Now we were in our first home away from him and I finally felt like we could have a good future. But he came over uninvited and had a physical fight with my mother in which she got burned by our kitchen stove. When he left, I was hysterical.
I actually had a hard time breathing; I was overcome with fear and could not stop crying. It was overwhelming. I thought we would never be free from him.
This is what the pandemic has felt like for many of us. The truth is that the battle doesn't seem to end. We can't see the kindness. We can't even see people's faces.
For the survivors out there like myself, please keep your head up and know you are not alone. We can get through this one as well. We were made for it.