Last night, I went back to edit a short story that I hadn’t looked at for a long time. It is a horror story, but the beginning of the story was based on the beginning of the pandemic. I used many details from my life to help the story seem real. I’m not sure if it is a story I really want to use or share, but to be honest the story scared me.
It was like seeing a moment in time from my mind captured on the paper. I remembered what it felt like right at the beginning of the pandemic. I had written down all these little details that I had forgotten about now almost two years later. Everyone likes to say the phrase “the new normal”, but this story reminded me of how scary it was when things didn’t seem normal and when everything was uncertain. The story scared me because it was so easy to forget that feeling.
The pandemic has been a life-changing event and yet it seems like so many people have gotten used to the idea of it. I know that life must go on, but somehow I don’t think that it should be taken for granted. I want to be grateful and aware of all my blessing, but I also want to be aware of the struggles in my life also.
I have been living with OCD all my life. I don’t want to wake up one day and just act like it is just another day with OCD. I know every day doesn’t have to be a crisis, but I don’t want to forget either.
There are days in my life when everything changed for me. No one else would know, except for me that any thing changed. Only God and I know that my path took a turn on those days. Yet if I hold the memory and lessons of those days in my heart, then maybe I can be that person God sees when He looks down at me from Heaven. So, I choose to remember that this pandemic isn’t normal and it is scary. I remember that people have died and continue to die. I pray that God guide us through this darkness and into the light.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
