Panic attack

Candice Nolan / Mar 17, 2020

Panic attack


I had the longest shower ever. Hottest too. Running water and soap kills the virus, right?! I kept thinking “I wish there was a way that I could know whether I was infected or not” But there isn’t. This is Africa’s first pandemic. And none of us are going to make it out alive.

Jip. A full blown panic attack. I was too frightened to kiss my baby girl goodnight. This is not one of those moments where I can choose to ask myself “why not me?” For one, I could inflict major damage on important people in my life. My ageing parents, for one. My elderly neighbour. My daughter. The fabric of my very existence.

So, I choose to ask the universe, “Why anyone?” And she remains silent. The trouble is, I work in news. And corona virus is all anyone is talking about. Every story I compiled today had to do with the corona virus. Every story mentioned it. I tried not to let it get to me. But this virus has really gotten under my skin.

I have two days off. 48 hours to reinvigorate myself. To start enjoying life again. And I’ll start by signing off on this here post.

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