What’s the traditional gift for a year anniversary? According to Google, it’s paper or a clock. Could this be any more coronavirus? Perhaps a multipack of toilet paper or a clock to count the hours of the day. If you’re reading this, I’m glad you’re still here. Since the state of emergency began last year, so many people haven’t been fortunate enough to make it. It’s undoubtedly been one of the hardest years for all of us and to add insult to injury, there’s a blond haired buffoon in charge with a gang of reptiles to advise. Fantastic. Have you had your injection yet? I’ve never been so excited to be stabbed with a needle, let me tell you.
I’ve been playing Groundhog Day recently. My university essays are due on Monday and I’m also in the middle of multiple flares. It’s a day in bed feeling like crap followed by a day at the desk feeling the pressure of deadlines. It’s ever so fun. I’m lucky enough that I can speak to a wonderful therapist, have Nia and am learning how to pace myself (it takes time).
So I’ll be back in your inboxes soon to talk about disability, queerness and veganism. But for now, I’ll say a sleepy good evening and stay safe. Happy coronaversary x
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