The first survival story I have read
You did it. I don’t know you, but I’m so proud. You have anxiety, sure you do, but you are also so courageous you have me crying.
Please, be gentle with yourself.
I’m a bit Bipolar 2, with a touch of general anxiety disorder to boot. I can’t imagine your difficulties but please stop for a little while, be present and reboot a bit.
Flat on your back with a disease that can be so deadly for 3 weeks is a huge chunk out of your normal life. The societal changes are so fast and radical that all of us are having trouble coping. I feel tired and emotional just reading what you have been through, never mind actually living it.
Nudge your anxious thoughts to the side a bit, push them away like too much dinner. You don’t really want them, you’re not hungry for them any more.
Focus on how amazing you are for surviving and getting on with things; any little things.
I think you are incredible. You’ve made it through. Now is a golden moment to make an incremental change in how you see the world.
You have been through so much with that hiatus of Covid-19, you need rest and treats and nourishing things to see and read and do and to just sit and be and breathe deeply.
Be good to your body, it has been through such an ordeal and you’re over the worst now. Those antibodies are raging through your body, they made you strong enough to get over the Coronavirus.
Many haven’t. Many more won’t.
You are so strong, let those antibodies make you even stronger. Brave enough to repel those old thought patterns; kick them out of your space and get a the joy that you’re still alive back into each day.
Yeah, it’ll be hard, but not nearly as hard as getting over the pandemic was.
You were meant to live, you’re alive, you can drive to the drive-through pharmacy! You can get off your back in bed and walk around again. Don’t let worry spoil your triumph over this insidious contagion.
You came back from the brink for a reason. I’m certain of that. I don’t know if the reason is to write or it’s something else. I am certain you didn’t survive the virus only to start your old worry cycle again.
I’d be screaming from the windows:
“I’m here. I’m alive. I made it out. Way to go, girl.”
Congratulate yourself, take it real easy on you.
I’ve read the newspaper, my fave magazine called Mindfood, a bunch of Emails, done Facebook with my friends and started a new novel today. “A Gentleman in Moscow” is riveting stuff, and it’s only 3 pm, but reading your survival story has made me happier than all of that put together.
You don’t need to shower everyday if you don’t want to, you don’t have to have a tidy house either, your only real job is to celebrate that you kicked Coronavirus in the arse and start feeling better.
It didn’t defeat you, it couldn’t defeat you,
you pushed through a deadly health crisis.
Please be proud of yourself, Glenna Gill, you deserve that and more.
