Even If We Think We Don’t, We Do
It’s amazing how tired you can get with so little to do. That’s been the national refrain on social media for the past couple of weeks. Everyone’s days are dragging on, but nobody knows where the time is going. I’m trying to stay busy — I’m still taking my last semester of college classes online, working from home on my side hustles, and trying to get some new creative projects going. It’s a far cry from what I was doing before the pandemic hit, but I’m still exhausted every night.
Not exhausted enough to sleep, of course. That would be too easy. I used to have horrible problems sleeping, but in recent years I’ve largely calmed down enough to manage them (even if you wouldn’t know it from reading these blogs.) But like Jay-Z after he insists he’s retiring, my insomnia has come roaring back. Even with all the necessary precautions, I can’t seem to fall asleep to save my life.
I couldn’t ﬁgure out why, and I started talking to some friends and relatives about it. And they’re all having the same problem. Lots of us are fortunate enough to be able to work and take classes from home. We’re certainly the lucky ones in this pandemic. But we’re all stressed. None of us can sleep.
That’s when I realized it. We’re all burnt out by this. No matter how little we’re affected by the virus, compared to others, it’s hurting all of us. We’re all isolated, we’re all stressed, we’re all worried about what’s coming tomorrow. Even if we don’t think we have coronavirus-induced anxiety, we do. So we all need to give ourselves a break. We need to stop saying that our lives are ﬁne just because somebody else’s is worse. Try to relax, but be aware of why you haven’t been relaxing. Because it’s not just you.