I woke today with a heavy head and a heavy heart. I felt exhausted and I just wanted to go back to sleep.
I have now been at home with my four young children in Melbourne for over six months - and for who knows how much longer. It has hardened me more than I ever anticipated.
I’ve always been a highly sensitive, emotionally raw person.
But now I feel an abrasive armour has formed. An unwanted but necessary new skin.
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A friend asked me early on in the pandemic if we should be worried. “Nah,” I said.
“Nah.” That word haunts me. A stupidly simple word to play over and over in my mind. I suppose it’s because the woman who spoke that word no longer exists.
That woman who was flippant and care free. Her hands were blissfully unsanitised and her face remained uncovered, breathing freely.
I had felt a wave of emotions in the beginning, drowning in each new headline pulling me further from the life I knew.
"Normal" was changing at an alarming pace.