The Effects of the Coronavirus: the Issue for The Bipolar Writer – Anxiety

I Have Horrible Anxiety About Large Crowds

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One of the dreaded things about the coronavirus for me is not quarantining from society. I feel like I have been training for this my entire life. I revel in being alone. It gives me more time to write and work on my school work. The only thing affecting me outside of anxiety is that my freelance work has taken a significant hit in the number of jobs I am picking up over the last few weeks.

For me, it is the overcrowded stores that make my anxiety fly high when I have to go out in the world for the necessities of life. I planned ahead of time to do my monthly shopping on Sunday at around six in the morning when the stores open. I am usually that way, only shopping once a month, with an occasional trip to the store for water. It is ironic now that water is in demand, and the stores never seem to have it for long.

Crowded places give me fits of anxiety before I even leave my house, and that’s during regular times. It was mind-boggling to see people at 5 am at my local Costco standing in the rain at five in the morning. Its madness because of the fact that it is happening every day at every Costco across the county. I don’t even go to Costco for the last month. All over the world, the shelves are empty of water, toilet paper, and hand sanitizer. (I actually stock hand sanitizer, I have a mild case of OCD where I wash my hands about 20 times a day. Soap and hand sanitizer is always within reach.) But this worries me. Is this our new normal?

Our Society is Changing in Front of Our Eyes

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What is disturbing to me is that this picture doesn’t represent our supermarkets anymore. The selves are getting overwhelmed with panicky people buying everything in sight. When the demand is so high, it is those of us that can’t handle spending hours in a store that suffers. There is not a shortage of supplies, but rather people are reacting and not thinking about everyone needs supplies.

I am not saying that my struggles should be above anyone else’s, and except for distilled water, which I need for my CPAP machine, I got most of my supplies for a few weeks. What makes me mad is the people that we forget our elders. The ones on fixed incomes that can’t buy ten packs of water and ten packs of toilet paper. Our elders are the most susceptible to this virus, and it sucks we are, as a society, are hoarding everything we can get our hands-on. For the last week, I haven’t seen a pack toilet paper in a store when I go, lucky I bought from Costco weeks ago and with only two people in my house, there is plenty.

I implore those that read this post to think about others who can’t go to the store everyday.

I am by no means trivializing or downplaying the pandemic that is the coronavirus. It is real, and it can be scary. But we are not at a point where supply is an issue. What is the problem is overbuying to a point where shelves are empty because we can only put so much in trucks. I get it. We may be heading towards that point. I will take isolating from society with open arms, but there has to be a point where it is just too much my friends.

I have faith in our society that we will figure out the folly of the crazy buying of ten packs of toilet paper from Costco. That we will think of all the citizens as a whole and educate ourselves about the coronavirus. I love to sit at Starbucks twice a week to drink coffee and write. Right now, coffee places are pick up and go at the moment because of restrictions on gathering of ten or more people. I will make that sacrifice. Yet at stores, we are gathering by the hundreds to do the exact thing the CDC says is one way to spread the virus. Some food for thought.

Always Keep Fighting


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