I am tired. I am drained. I am permanently in a fog. The uncertainty surrounding Covid, how much of it is truth and how much of it is lies? Grief only seems to have intensified, the volume has been turned up creating a deafening silence of unanswered questions. Decisions need to be made, some small and some life changing, but the butterflies of uncertainty have grown into dragons of fear and unknowing. My mind is in a permanent spin, my thoughts and emotions colliding with one another creating nuclear explosions of blinding proportions. Confusion reigns supreme, doubt exist over the simplest of decisions. I snap at the silliest of things and humour has evaporated into thin air.
The Covid pandemic and grief are not a good mix.