Today is my birthday. I turned 40.
But nobody knows it anymore, except my close family.
Because I am socially isolated due to Long Covid for four years now.
People simply forgot me.
They forgot us.
I would like to join the chorus of CC voices saying:
If you are not masking and avoiding infections... It shows. You may not realize, but your sharpness, your compassion, your humanity... Is declining.
It is not too late to turn the brain damage trian around. #MaskUp.
In cancer, patients are often taught to be optimistic, smile, and put on hope, as though that will shrink their tumors. It does not. It invalidates suffering and inflicts blame on those experiencing progression. The phony optimism culture persists today.
that record too. One more, to survive. Canât tell my child that lifeâs so cruel, Iâm refusing to let it go, somewhere sometimes someone will read this. What goes around comes around, right? Then when is it coming? Thanks to those who made this far. U R SPECIALS in this madnessđ§Ą
the silent and silenced woman I was shaped to become as a child. I no longer have the means and especially the health to break the pattern. Iâm not ashamed to cry for help as Iâm a warrior and still believe my life could improve. Yet thereâs only so much one can take. I broke âŹïž