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I feel like, except for a few people on twitter, I’m the only one left in Sweden who believes covid 19 exists and is dangerous. The point of this softer strategy was supposed to be that we’d stay like this for a long time, but everyone has given up even on that.
I’m afraid of catching it and I’m afraid of spreading it. I don’t want to be around people who are mixing with a lot of other people. I don’t want to go inside anyone’s house or have anyone in mine. Please tell me I’m not completely insane.
Every day I’m calculating risks the way you’d budget weight watchers points. Because we have to do this for a long time and we have to live as well. I feel like no one else is bothering, and I’m having to convince them from zero over and over. I’m utterly emotionally shattered.
I’m also v#sad, like everyone is! I know I’m lucky I haven’t caught it, and haven’t personally lost anyone to it. It’s a privilege that all I’ve lost are some money and some activities I like. But I feel sad as hell that I’m trapped here, where discomfort seems new to people.
I will also say thank you to everyone who shares stories, reminds us that real people are dying from this, posts masked selfies, etc, because it’s helping ME remember this is happening and it’s real. (Sorry for typos, feeding baby.)
