I started drawing this illustration as a way to represent the love I’ve recently found love and self-compassion for myself– and how I think that directly correlated to the love that I’ve found for other people. But that was two days ago, before I’ve almost been crippled by anxiety about COVID-19. Updates on the virus aside, we all seem to be in a precarious place in terms of knowledge.
I didn’t get out of bed until 1PM today. I stayed up as late as I could in order to get ahold of my brother who is currently in the UK with his wife. I don’t know what I expected to hear– he is relatively young, healthy and incredibly logical. His voice assured me that I was overreacting. But I couldn’t help it. I still can’t.
However, throughout this whole thing, I am reminded of all of the things I’ve survived. How no matter what, I am able to keep myself happy out of sure will and strength. And how earlier today, despite a crippling worry, I managed to dance to this song:
No matter what the news people say, you’re the only one responsible for how you feel. So you might as well feel okay.