so much care for such a special person

A lot happens and a lot may trample on our comfort. When faced with adversaries and seemingly immovable roadblocks, I tend to retreat in order to process the stressors and what they’re doing to my psyche. I am fearful of entering projects and relationships that may rot as they proceed. Progression and stability are my paramount ideals, and whenever they are challenged, or disapproved, the abyss tends to creep up like an infectious lullaby. But who has the time to sink—time to dive into abyss? The show must, you know, go on. As the show advances, it’s crucial to create spaces and patterns that are safe and assuring.

We often approach self-care as if it requires currency to be enacted. And to be forthright, self-care takes the form of whatever that aids us in preserving and sustaining our joy. The preservation of our genuine solace isn’t, and shouldn’t, be dependent on money. With that being said, I want to remind you take a deep breath, now, and throughout every gifted day. This gesture alone is self-care. Take intentional breaths, whether deep or ordinary, often.

As humans, we tend to experience an excess of stimuli everyday—many of which affect our functionality in ways unimaginable. With these overabundances of sensations, we oftentimes find ourselves huddled in corners, as we’re without effective coping skills to deter their effects. It is essential to integrate beneficial coping skills into our everyday functions. For me, self-care has always been the, “I will talk to you later,” and the, “I am too tired to accept such a task.” Outlining and enforcing boundaries with those who inhabit space in our lives is a crucial act of self-preservation.

It seems ordinary to deprive ourselves of basic gestures, especially in dire circumstances. Why should we celebrate life when others are mourning? Why should we celebrate life as we ourselves are mourning? A celebration of one’s life or blessings doesn’t indicate that we aren’t mourning the absence of a favored person or thing. Caring for ourselves as we endure distressing situations is self-care. Also, allowing ourselves to mourn is self-care. Depriving ourselves of common feelings will not transport us over the valley of despair. I assure you that.

With much dialogue about Coronavirus and COVID-19, its perilous effects and social distancing, our propensity to become anxious in the face of too damn much can sink us. We can’t allow this footnote in our collective paths to conclude our stories. Now is the appropriate time to cling to our safety nets, our tribes and our coping mechanisms.

Many of us are unsure of what exactly is happening, even with the influx of information at our disposal. A throng of medical professionals have been uploading informative announcements in order to cradle us from the effects of misinformation. This is paramount in relieving our angst, but if isolating yourself completely from the internet serves as effective, do so with haste. Optimism and faith are what I’ve been clinging to, but I am fully aware that others may not find consolation in faith at such an uncertain time. So please, cling to whatever and whoever provides you with home.