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I am struggling to reconcile the reassurance that this thing isn't nearly as bad as the Spanish Flu, most people are surviving and my state seems to have done a really good job of containing it early on with the daily WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE hysterics I'm getting from just about everywhere. I keep cycling between confidence that I can get through this and panic attacks. And when I have a good day and I get a little bit of writing done, I find myself wondering if I could die and leave my WIPs unfinished and I realize THAT COULD HAPPEN LITERALLY ANY OTHER TIME. I don't have dependents, thank god, because it's difficult enough having to worry about my parents, my sister and my friends. But...is this my only legacy? Some stories that TPTB would rather didn't exist?
I just...I want to be able to fast foward to a time after this so I can be a little less scared.
I just...I want to be able to fast foward to a time after this so I can be a little less scared.