Who knew COVID would last this long? Did you, like me, feel a bit of hope last spring? We had the tools; we got the jab; the numbers started falling.
But . . . not everybody got the jab.
Then . . .
Now? Children are thrown into a virus laden cauldron while state legislatures pass laws prohibiting measures that would reduce the spread of a pandemic. Nurses are dropping like flies. A guy died in an emergency waiting room this week because there was no room for him in ICU.
And people with a high school diploma and an internet connection know better than the medical community. Instead of heeding the pleas of their doctors, they are taking horse-deworming medicine. Our local feed store has run out of it.
I guess next up--the horses start dying.
So, it looks like this thing is going to be with us for a while.
Okay, it's time for those of us with treatment-resistant depression, unresponsive bipolar, and longterm suicidality to step up to the plate. We have a bit of experience about surviving lunacy that does not let up.
How to resist the forces that are dragging us down into a black hole with no end in sight? After we have given up hope as a liar and we have to figure out how to exist anyway?
The answer: Do every tiny little thing that offers the tiniest littlest bit of relief you can.
Hear me out. This week's tiny little thing, which actually is a tested and successful tool of resistance is - SING.
That's what I said. Sing.
In 2013 I reported on research about the physiological and social action benefits of singing. Here is an abbreviated version of that original post:
Hearts Beat as One