It was not until I recognized (with help) and admitted that what I was feeling during the Covid crisis is indeed grief, and when I began to deal with it, that I began to heal. This healing is an ongoing process - it is definitely not over, as every day brings new challenges.

By that I mean:
I am able to reach out to my family and tell them what I am feeling, and what I need.
I am able to face the physical & mental pain that were beginning to circumscribe my life & take steps to deal with it.
I am able to tell people when I need to step back from daily news, commitments & take care of me.
I am able to let go of anger at people who are not dealing with Covid the same way as I am, realizing that they are in their own place.

Here is what I have gained by processing the grief:
The ability to focus on simple pleasures and positive thoughts - some days spontaneously, other days with mental exercises.
The ability to sleep.
The ability to concentrate on managing my pain, through therapy, exercise & mental attitude.
A sense of peace, a renewed sense of spirituality & my place in the universe.
An renewed commitment to do what I can to make the world a little better place.

Thank you for bringing this topic to the forefront yet again. I never imagined in April that we would still be here in September, still with no certain end in sight.
Sue

@gingerw. Well put. I've noticed that sometimes i have to take a deep breath because I'm losing patience with someone or something. It's the fact that sometimes I feel I'm losing control over my life. I was talking to a young friend with three children under 6, and it's so hard for her children to understand that they can't go to school and see their friends. They don't want to do their class works and the youngest one just wants to cry and get her attention. She's at wit's end. We're all in the same boat, in various degrees. One day at a time is my mantra right now. Hopefully everyday is a better day than yesterday!