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COVID-19: Season 3

Jihu Lee (she/her/hers), Low Entropy Volunteer Writer

 

Have you ever been advised to not evaluate your life in the middle of the night when you’re tired? I find myself taking that approach when writing; I typically write in hindsight with a relatively placid mindspace that enables me to talk about the past as if it doesn’t hurt me anymore. But this time, I am breaking my own rule.

 

I just finished my first semester of sophomore year in university. On campus! In person! It felt surreal when my family and I drove from Utah to Los Angeles in August. And I was careful to be grateful for every moment.

 

The thing is, I don’t think the majority of us were prepared enough for the return to “normalcy,” whatever that means now. We did have mask mandates, vaccination requirements and a daily symptom check in place. But I realized quickly that adjusting to society again after a year and a half of isolation was far more difficult than expected, and certainly not one that masks or vaccines could address.

 

Of course, I was thrilled at the prospect of in-person classes and learning from amazing professors as well as finally connecting and reuniting with fellow friends. But I felt like a person learning a new skill all over again. My abilities were still intact, but the motions felt awkward and unfamiliar.

 

There is not a word that will accurately capture the feeling of sudden detachment while in the middle of a conversation with someone. Or when there are approximately 44,000 other students on campus with you and yet you are lonelier than ever. At one point, it felt like I forgot that a normal conversation typically begins with a “hello.” Moreover, the idea of others perceiving not just the upper half of my body on a screen, but my entire self, was so bizarre.

 

We are people desperately craving connection while deeply unsure of how to attain it after missing out on proper socialization during some of our most formative years. 

 

Something that is both comforting and despairing is the fact that nearly everyone is feeling this uncomfortable adjustment. We all seem to be pretending to get along fine and appearing to be in lively social circles, but truthfully, I think most of us are uncertain and lost.

 

Not only are socialization and interpersonal connection difficult, but we are all shouldering our own burdens to begin with. Whether these battles have been a part of our lives since childhood and amplified during the pandemic or newly born from it, the bottom line is that we are already fighting something on our own. To try to build relationships at this time in our discombobulated worlds is not an easy task.

 

We are now in Season 3 of the coronavirus pandemic. I was 18 when we first went into quarantine, and now I am 20. To all of you with bleeding hearts and broken visions for the future — especially to young people waiting to live again — take a moment to be proud of yourselves for making it so far.

 

This experience is not over for me or any of us yet, so it’s challenging to talk about it coherently and neutrally like it’s far behind us now. Despite all that has happened in the past nearly two years so far, I am often at a loss for words to describe it all. But what I do know is that I’m willing myself to move forward, even though I don’t know what I’m doing or how I’m feeling. In fact, most of the time I don’t feel any progress at all, like I’m just a stone in a river as the water rushes past me.

 

I hope that anyone who relates can feel some comfort in knowing that you are not alone. Your feelings are unique to you and are not the same as anyone else’s, but in your struggles and depths of despair, I see you and encourage you to keep going. If it’s hard to feel hopeful, then perhaps let’s not force ourselves to find hope at once. But rather, feel whatever you’re feeling at the moment and acknowledge that.

 

Bit by bit, I want to believe that we will find ourselves again. None of it is easy or as inspirational as a cute quote on the internet. But as the days go by, I remind myself that all I can do at the moment is not give up and keep going forward.

 

 

My name is Jihu, and I’m from Salt Lake City, Utah! I have been with Low Entropy since May 2021. Some of the things I love are reading, writing, listening to music, playing with my dogs and spending time with my sister!

Your Own Personal Brat

Low Entropy Volunteer Writer Anna Bernsteiner examines the concept of anxiety through the lens of a toxic relationship with a fellow with an unfortunate name.

 

Let’s talk about everyone’s annoying little friend Anxiety. Known for various crimes. Creeping inside your brain at night, twisting and turning your thoughts so you doubt and question your entire being. Constantly trying to convince you of all the things that can go wrong and all the failures ahead. And making a sport out of reminding you of every single insecurity that has ever crossed your mind.

 

Charming fellow. 

 

I call mine Brat. ‘Cause then I can say,

“My anxiety is such a brat.” Annoying, spoiled little kid. I think that’s pretty accurate. I can’t just kick him out, so I guess I have to learn how to live with him. Maybe I should befriend him. Tell everyone about him.

But how hard is it to admit your problems to another human being? Or, even better, how hard is it to admit it to yourself? 

 

It’s not as easy as saying

Hey you, I have anxiety. It’s difficult sometimes. It occasionally takes over and feels like I can’t move or think about anything else. I feel like a failure, worthless. Stick with me, I guess? 

 

A little anxiety is normal, it’s your body trying to watch out for you, trying to protect you.

Maybe you get the shivers when thinking about a big test coming up, the first day at work or presenting in front of a big audience. 

 

Yet what if this kid grows up to be a constant disruptive abusive adult who doesn’t want to be controlled or leave you alone?

What then? 

What if it seems like life is too overwhelming for you. Nothing you do is enough or works out. Constant doubt. Constant fear. Constantly on your mind. 

 

Honestly, between you and me, I have not yet found a way to get rid of him. Kid or adult. Still living in my head rent-free. Having tantrums and trashing the place. 

So why am I even writing this, if I have absolutely no solution? 

 

Here is why. Growing up, mental health has always been a scary topic to talk about. Anxiety wasn’t a thing. A new sickness just invented. People seeking attention. Weird. You just didn’t talk about it. 

So it’s time to shine a light on the topic. Normalizing anxiety. Normalizing struggles. Normalizing fear. 

When reading this, did it sound familiar? Did you feel like you have experienced this before? 

Identifying the culprit is a great first step to taming your own personal Brat. See how anxiety is triggered. And if you know what triggers yours. You take some control back. 

 

Think about it this way. There are lots of Brats out there and their number doesn’t get smaller. The opposite. Chances are there are people in your life feeling overwhelmed and anxious too. 

And as always, sharing pain makes it feel just a little less scary. So instead of spreading Brats all around by staying silent, you can choose to share. You can choose to tell the people that care about you. You can choose to acknowledge your struggles. 

 

And say, Hey my anxiety is a brat.

 

What about yours?

 

Brat’s the worst. Nobody likes that guy. How do you deal with characters like Brat? Comment below or talk your anxiety out with an empathetic group of listeners in a Conscious Connections meeting.