My Near-Death Experience

Well it felt like it at the time

I realise that my last post may have come across as quite depressing. I mean it was a bit wasn’t it, but bizarrely, it made me feel better, I found writing it cathartic.

Yesterday, I was feeling rather sorry for myself.

I woke up on Friday to an NHS alert telling me that I had been in contact with someone who has tested positive for COVID and I would need to self isolate until Wednesday.

I did find it bizarre as the person who tested positive for COVID does not have the NHS app, nor did we check in anywhere using the app, so how did they know?

I did a test, which was negative. I had originally planned to see family but rather than risk passing it on to my relatives, I decided to cancel my plans. I usually love spending time at home but the minute I thought I couldn’t leave, I felt imprisoned.

Instead, I spent the afternoon riding a rollercoaster of self-reflection. I thought about what I had written in my post and how I was feeling, had a couple of bouts of crying, decided what I was going to do about it and felt a whole lot better about it.

That whole depressing post was worth it, it was like free therapy, with the bonus of me feeling so much more positive at the end of the day.