Such a depressive time this year has been. The pandemic has caused so much confusion, chaos, mental health issues. You name it. Burial laws have been managed well in most areas I wish. Nonetheless, things are stressful. Have you struggled with depression or any mental health illness? How did you cope with the stress and anxiety?
Hey there....
Imho, the end of the year often gets called the most depressive time. Good reasons too, the long long nights, gray days and the pressures of just life in general while being bombarded with happy, smiling faces and cries of spreading good cheer and joy? Hypocritical at best, whether you celebrate any festivities or not. With covid it gets an even more amplified outlook.
Honestly though, how many times a day have you heard covid is to blame? corona this, corona that...?
Now don't get me wrong...so many are suffering so enormously and so many have lost everything, including but not limited to their life. I pray for them and for the devastated families left behind. I do not speak of these. I simply pray for their sake.
By the grace and mercy of Allah, I have been blessed with the pandemic being little more than annoyance, though the loss of my job hit hard. Big hard.
However, I have come to see what I feel is the blessing in this pandemic....
Covid has stripped away all pretenses and ways of hiding. People show their true colors and we view them and ourselves in ways we never could see before.
Like that "good" friend you met for years with every wednesday for coffee? The one who you said was like a soulmate? A ride or die? Well, where did she go after the cafe shut down? There are countless examples but that just sprang to mind.
Covid has stripped so many masks. I hate it and love it at the same time. But it gave me the necessary incentive to really shift my focus.
How I dealt with all the setbacks and inconvenience of the pandemic, in addition to my own personal trials?
Easy actually. I dove head first into religion. I put myself on the hands of our creator and I am not leaving. I poured my heart and soul out on that rug. I cried, wiped my face, cried some more and cooked some kind of supper. I faced my demons from the past and buried the skeletons in my closet. Oh, I did dust up there for real too [emoji3]
I cleansed my life; spiritually, mentally and physically. I did massive amounts of school work with my daughters and learned a thing or two myself. I learned the value and beauty of walking around the block with an apple. I relearned to appreciate the taste of that apple. Most of all, I learned about what is really important to me: For this world and the next. Everything is fleeting. Nothing lasts forever. And nothing and no one will ever make up for a weak connection to Allah.
I tried to approach every day matters with a more humble and gratuitous stance. True story.... back in march people actually did physically fight over toilet paper!!! And they hoarded and hoarded! I still wonder what these people were thinking?? It doesn't taste good and won't actually do anything, right? But it was important enough for very many I guess. I didn't see any videos, I saw it in real time. I will laugh about that till kingdom come! I appreciated my own bathroom and common sense that much more.
So long story short... dealing with the inconvenience of the pandemic is not as hard when you have absolute faith and trust in the lord above.
May Allah bless us all with good health and with positive productivity. And may he protect those from the effects of the pandemic, who are in dire need of all the protection they can get.