May I speak of facing the unknown ? I am not comparing with
the virus.
My husband was killed when I was 33, a 7 and 5 year old, we had to move from the police house into a House on a new
housing estate, no street lights, no telephone, I had never been
alone , lived with my parents until I married.
No neighbours, no through road, no internet, sat alone with the thoughts - what if I die my little girls ! health anxiety started, how can I cope alone , what if I can’t pay the rent ,
on and on it went, anxiety and panic went higher and higher
Couldn’t even phone the Samaritans!
I did cope ,I did pay the rent , I didn’t fall and break my neck
but I haven’t forgotten that time, the fear, the ‘whatiferies’,
All these years on - what if a catch the virus, who will be there
for my grandchildren, the youngest still has one more year at
university, her mother died during her first year.
In 1966 the Aberfan disaster, the safest place on earth wasn’t the safest place on earth
Fear of the unknown can be torture but we can come through it, x