I don’t usually write about very serious things, but that’s the way it is now. These are hard times, you guys. I never imagined I could ever live through something like this. It’s hard, so hard. It’s frustrating and frightful to feel so powerless.
Some days are pretty good, other days are tolerable, and other days are depressing and I can barely drag my feet around the house to accomplish something, such as lunch or cleaning the cats’ litter. In those days I would like not to lift the blinds and just lie in bed all day. Preferably with a bag of chips next to me. But, of course, I can’t do that, because there are little people who need me. For them, I have to move on. And no matter how hard it is, I’m grateful. I don’t get truly depressed because of THEM.
However, I can’t help but think that there are weaker people out there who can’t control their negative feelings and hurt their loved ones. My heart aches when I think about how many people, especially women and children, are suffering right now. My opinion is that there is too little talk about it and much more awareness is needed. As for the epidemic, humanity has gone through the plague and the Spanish flu and many others, I hope we get through this ordeal as well.
You would think that in this situation there is time for everything, but honestly, most of my days are unproductive. After I finish everything I have to do around the house, I don’t feel like hobbying anymore. I am too tired. And I’ve heard others complain about it as well. However, sometimes I take photos, then I sit at my desk, open Photoshop and play with them, while my husband plays with the little one.