What a strange new world.
The rhythms and routines of daily life – once barely noticed – came to a screeching halt a few weeks back. And now the world as we knew it is suspended… indefinitely.
I don’t know about you, but my schedule looks vastly different than it did before March 13th. Except for showering and sleeping. Well… some days.
(Today is not one of them.)
It’s tough to get your bearings when you can’t see anything but the backyard or balcony. If you don’t have either, I pray for the preservation of your sanity. (Seriously.)
This is our new normal.
Personally, I’d like to get back to the old one. (Maybe with an extra helping of perspective. And heaping sides of gratitude and compassion.)
But I guess that isn’t an option. Not entirely anyway. Because this virus is taking a heavy toll.
I remember how different the world seemed after 9/11. Then – like now – most of us really came together. We cared… gave… grieved. We comforted and consoled.
And we counted the cost.
And here we are… counting again.
41,000 lives lost. (And by the time you finish reading this, it’ll tick even higher.)
That’s a whole lot of bereft families and broken hearts.
And that number doesn’t include the other victims of this crisis. The collateral damage, if you will.
I’m not minimizing the death toll. Not one iota. But I think maybe it’s time to acknowledge our other losses too. To say it’s ok to feel dazed/ disoriented by the far-reaching effects of this pandemic. It’s normal to feel discouraged/distressed about how different the future looks from just a few weeks ago. It’s understandable if you feel distraught/devastated… even if none of your loved ones have died from COVID-19.
This. Is. Hard.
And this “virtual” reality feels… well… unreal.
Trying to outlast this virus seems like a lost cause because folks are dropping every day. Not only those who die from Coronavirus but those who succumb in other ways.
To slashed income. Or domestic violence. Or burnout from working 12-hour shifts. Day after day. Week after week. (No relief in sight.)
There’s other unsettling fallout too. Like the shocking and sudden realization that there isn’t much you/I/we can control.
Like job security… financial security… food security.
There’s more than a little desperation going around. And nobody coming around. That’s a profoundly negative equation. (Isolation + desperation = unmitigated disaster.)
I think it’s high time the people who deliver the news start reporting (loud and clear) that we’re smack in the middle of another pandemic.
A mental health emergency.
This crisis has followed right on the heels of the contagious disease and even those who’ve outrun or recovered from Coronavirus are starting to feel the effects of its ruthless twin. Regardless of where we live, more and more are finding ourselves in…
An acutely SAD state.
(As in… Stressed. Anxious. Depressed.)
And who can blame us? Coping skills – in unprecedented global crises – can be scarce. And when there’s no place to go…
We go all kinds of crazy.
Relationships come unraveled. Sobriety is shattered. Suicides (and attempts) skyrocket.
How do we dig up some hope in all this wreckage? Where’s the steady calm when the whole world’s spinning out? Who’s got answers? And antidotes?
Human beings are pretty resilient and resourceful. But we’re not invincible. (We’re not infinitely clever/creative/capable either.) We don’t have enough willpower or prescience or inner zen to anchor ourselves (when we’re adrift) or find our way (when we’re lost) or develop a cure (for all that ails us).
Not one of us.
We need someone a whole lot stronger and smarter than our so-called best and brightest. We need a superhero.
We need a hope-provider and healer. One that specializes in bodies, psyches and spirits. One that can fling stars and split atoms and soothe troubled souls.
Pretty sure every single one of us could use a good doctor/therapist/holistic healthcare provider right now.
Let me introduce you to a great physician and wonderful counselor.
His name is Jesus. And he can see you anytime.
He’s the answer and the antidote.
And he will carry us through.
You’re not the only ones plunged into these hard times… So keep a firm grip on the faith. The suffering won’t last forever. It won’t be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal and glorious plans they are!—will have you put together and on your feet for good. He gets the last word; yes, he does. (1 Peter 5:9-11, The Message)
P.S. Please know I’m not trying to put a spiritual Band-aid on a severed artery. Stress, anxiety and depression are complex mental health issues with physical, emotional and spiritual causes and effects. (And God has given us amazing doctors/therapists/holistic healthcare providers to help us in times like this.) If you’re experiencing ongoing symptoms of stress, anxiety, depression, please, please schedule a Telehealth appointment.