Seven months in. Can you believe it?
This is the longest that my children and I have to stay at home. My husband is the only one who goes out every two weeks for our necessities.
The start of the lockdown was very difficult for me, mentally. For the first few weeks since the lockdown was enforced in the metro, I was very anxious, borderline panicky, had difficulty sleeping, and would get so upset when my husband and our kids wouldn’t wash their hands as frequent and as thorough as I deemed necessary. I kinda felt like we were at the first half of Sandra Bullock’s film, The Birdbox, and wanted to seal our whole house. Also, whenever my husband would tell me that he would do the groceries, I get so worried thinking that it’s as dangerous as being on a supply run in that Netflix thriller movie.