
My name is Karen. I’ve been called Karen all my life. I’ve never really liked or disliked my name until recently.
The world around us right now is in turmoil, but I think I’ve done pretty well in maintaining a positive outlook.
Even when my husband hasn't been sleeping because he's worried about how to keep his business viable.
Watching my son getting on with the new normal of online schooling. Having little or no social interaction with friends.
It’s my job as a wife and a mother to support my family. But I’m now finding this increasingly difficult. Recently I’ve started to withdraw. My mental health is suffering, and not from the impact of living in a world full of dread and fear.
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It’s something that most people wouldn't even think twice about. Why would they? Who cares about Karen?
Karen is a horrible, rude, entitled white woman who loves to argue her point whether it be right or wrong. She's not that nice mum at school smiling and waving to people, always volunteering to buy teachers gifts or welcoming new parents. She's not me.
I'm the person who dreads opening up social media for fear of “Karen“ shaming. Who is now too afraid to comment on local blogs and hubs in case someone has a different opinion and labels me “Karen”. Every day I’m facing this, and it’s starting to affect how I live my life.
When I walk into a shop to buy something and get my bank card out, I’m constantly on edge worrying that someone will check the name on it and form an opinion of me based on articles posted all over social media.
Do I actually see people sniggering when I pick up a takeaway and give my name, or is it all in my head? I’m starting to feel paranoid that everyone is judging me.
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