I fear contracting life-threatening sickness any time I go anywhere. I notice all the coughs and sniffs from anyone.

I fear that my access to the world will be revoked for months without warning.

I can't exist anywhere without fear. It takes immense work for me to leave the house these days.

My thoughts are with: friends who have died, friends who have been affected, and a world that I can no longer go back to, no matter how hard I cry about it.

I wish for the ability to talk about the effects of the pandemic on my mental health in my upcoming therapy sessions.

I think my peace of mind has been revoked because of it, and I just want it back, in whatever form it shall come.

Maybe it's because I've been moulded by teachings of people pleasing

The idea of conflict is less desirable than compromising my own views to meet the other