Yesterday as I was leaving my building, a woman from an upper floor was weeping on the arm of the doorman who was helping her to the elevator. Despite being 3 in the afternoon, she was in her bathrobe. I waited to ask if she was okay.
Hal said, she had hit her arm against the door.
“Was she hurt?”
“No, just drunk.”
Made me take pause since, this virus has compromised many people that I know.
Mary, I’ll call her, a girl from AA, hasn’t been out since March. She’s let her hair grow gray halfway down her back while gaining 30 pounds. She’s so ashamed at the way she looks that she doesn’t turn the video on during our Zoom meeting.
She can’t deal with her fear, or even neutralize it enough to get her hair done, or go for a much needed walk.
She’s the sweetest woman, so it’s heartbreaking to sit by and watch.
Another man I know won’t even come get his mail convinced he’ll get Covid from the mailman who had to start taking it back to the post office.
The Amazon and Fresh Direct deliveries fill the foyer all day like the lobby is suddenly a warehouse.
I am much bewildered by all of this after maintaining healthy habits from the beginning that have seen me through. That’s not to say, I too don’t have moments of fear, I do. But I wrestle them to the ground when they appear determined to not be its victim.
I’ve run every day, early when few people are out. I then go to the store, again when it’s not busy.
Despite wanting to act out at times, I still manage to eat well, no sugar to speak of unless it’s fruit, knowing how it will ignite anxiety that lurks like a thief stalking your sanity.
Writing and reading have kept me sane, the first to express, the latter, to refill the well.
I feel for that woman upstairs, hysterical from gin more than real pain, since we can all choose alcohol, a handy option, but I’m here to tell you, Hemingway, strong coffee, blueberries and a call to a friend will serve you better.
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