Hi guys and welcome to the first official PR Media blog post!
Every month the team and I will be tackling a new subject, sharing our own personal perspectives and experiences from around the world. If you haven’t met the team yet, you can do so here.
This month we thought we would kick off with content relating to Covid-19 and the adjustments that ensued due to the pandemic.
In the initial stages, I wasn’t overly concerned. It didn’t seem to be getting too much attention in the media and it kind of felt like we were untouchable on our little bubble of Vancouver Island, BC Canada.
Within 48 hours things swiftly changed. I was laid off of work and we were tuning into the daily addresses to the nation by the PM, awaiting instruction on how to move forward. We bought the few cans that were left on the grocery store shelves and hoped it would see us through the worst of it.
I had two major concerns when the pandemic fully hit and they buzzed around my head incessantly.
1. When or would I ever get to see my mum again. My mum lives in Scotland and after the announcement of international border closures, I panicked that it could be a long time before I got to see her, or even worse, that she would contract the illness and I would never get to say goodbye.
2. Will access to medications be restricted and will this, in turn, land me back in the psych ward. Again, with border closures, people questioned supply channels. I was filled with fear at the idea of going without meds. Its taken me 6 years in recovery to get this far, could I afford to step backwards?
The unknown of it all was the worst. Fear lingered over my weary head and every day from that initial lockdown announcement was a trial.
Somedays I would be oh so productive!
I tackled some online classes and creative projects I had pushed to the side when life was too busy. Other days I would wake up at noon and crack a cider.
Some days there were torrential tears and some days were filled with hilarity.
The only thing I could hold on to in certainty, was that we were all in the same boat. We were all experiencing this eclectic range of emotions and in time, we would get through it together.
In total I counted 10 weeks under social distancing protocols and without work. My mental health was under a lot of strain, but having come out the other side, I KNOW that we will survive a second wave.
We got this!!
Love Nat xo