I was in the middle of running errands when it hit me. A fog so dense that my thoughts were crumbling like buildings. Heavy and fast, as if an earthquake had come alive inside my head. I shook it off and kept on going. Trickles of sweat ran down my neck and back while my skin felt as frigid as winter air. What was happening was not new to me. I thought, “Here comes another daycare cold”.
It took me a couple of days into my “cold” that I realized this was not what I thought. A few “negative” tests didn't give me the peace of mind that I wanted and I knew in my heart it was Covid.
The thing that struck me the most was not the physical symptoms, I was expecting the shivers and headaches, they weren't that bad. However, the mental impact definitely was something I did not expect. I felt as though I was in a different realm of reality and I couldn't escape. Burst of anxiety and depression were very overwhelming and I didn't know how to self-care for these symptoms. There wasn't enough Tylenol in the world to help me navigate through these feelings and I just wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
It took me about three weeks to recover from the emotional roller coaster. Beside continuing my routine medication, I treated myself with honour and respect. I realized that because it was out of my control I needed to be patient with myself. I am not going to say that I am back to my old self but I did learn a lot from this experience and I believe I grew from it.
Remember, be mindful that your life's journey doesn’t always go as planned, challenges come when you least expect it. Now fudge Covid and let’s move on.