I close my computer screen, but the headlines remain etched in my mind like the voices of my father and mother when they told me I had to follow their beliefs, or I would not be saved when the fire rained down from heaven When I let in the onslaught of social media and voices of worried friends and neighbors, it brings me back to a frightening time. A time when I grew up with a looming dread of Armageddon. Listening to how people talk about the pandemic has triggered these memories.
Technically, my life is no different than millions of others. It's a part of the human condition to experience trauma. But somewhere along the way, we have to figure out who we really are and do some real work on ourselves.
As a working mother striving to stay afloat between homeschooling, working, and maintaining my relationship... it's easy to start feeling overworked and overwhelmed.