Day 8 of Quarantine – Heading Towards Full Recovery

Today is a breath of fresh air, literally. Today is the first day I stopped gasping for air. Which at first was a constant occurrence when I first got it. Which in the beginning reminded me of the martial art days years ago when I would get the wind knocked out of me. Today, I could finally breathe without feeling like I was attempting to hold my breath in a crop dusted room. The refreshing characteristic I kept through this life-changing experience is my sense of humor, which made me wonder if it was just a coping mechanism that I developed to keep my spirits up.

The truth is my optimistic personality hasn’t been phased by this traumatic experience. This has proven to be a traumatic event that the world has experienced, emphasizing the different coping mechanisms that people use. The main one being in denial, as many people rationalize why this whole pandemic was a conspiracy theory. Consistent ideas developed without producing measurable data to prove or disprove the views created in the beginning. Which regardless of what side of the line you stand on. The one thing that has been established in this situation is the lack of empathy towards one another. The constant mocking from both sides seems to become the denominator of a pandemic that ultimately turned into a political war. Which using psychology as a basis. It has become a war against narcissists. In a situation, they only seem to get worst. Where each side claims its lack of common sense. The truth is that the numbers of death and infections continue to rise. As now, Florida being threatened by a potential hurricane puts more at risk in the possibility of evacuation.

Being in quarantine hasn’t been unproductive, as it has given me a lot of time to reflect. Not only on the present and how life was going when I was isolated from the world (and for a good reason), and what I look forward to looking forward towards the future. And as grim as it might look with the things that occur in the world around us, it doesn’t have to have a grim ending. As I embrace the rule of “business as usual,” I plan not to stop at any point in the writing venture. Things may have been stagnant since contracting the virus. My business, as usual, still consists of “continuing the venture till the end.” Being receptive to having a genuine desire to understand others and inspiring others through unbiased idealism, and continuing to be receptive to new life experiences, regardless if it may consist of a positive or negative outcome. To control the controllable that I have the power to prevent while being proactive and as prepared as I can be for the unexpected. The truth is my resilience in my life and not giving up even if I hit rock bottom. It has gotten me this far, despite of the things that I haven’t gained that I may feel I deserve. It reminds me of the song my dad and I use to hear and something he would always remind me “you can’t always get what you want. You get what you need.” And the truth is maybe I needed to catch COVID yet again to be a martyr. I’m merely a speck in the universe, but I will say this speck can see both sides of the spectrum in this battle. The fear of the unknown that this pandemic has brought to the world and the hesitations on both sides of the vax and anti-vax war. Many who shamed me in following the mandates said, “I needed to stop living in fear.” Which, in my reflection, ends up being hypocrisy because that same hesitation comes from fear as well. In the end and the most vital part of this whole pandemic that when it comes to having anxiety, regardless of what side you stand on. It is the thing that keeps the world united.

Published by Frieda Lopez at Frieda the Writer

Frieda López is the writer for Journey of an Unraveled Road who was born and raised in San Antonio, TX. Through her professional career in Customer Relations and Retail Management, she has utilized her experience and interactions with the behavioral patterns, which was used to start her personal journey with Journey of A Unraveled Road as her debut novel. She has completed philosophy, psychology, and theology courses at San Antonio College as well as creative writing courses. Frieda López has been a lifelong writer since 2nd grade. A survivor of childhood trauma, childhood abuse, and domestic violence, she wrote this piece, which started this book as her personal journey; works from home in San Antonio, TX.

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