We Are Not Okay: The Collateral Damage of Covid-19
I keep seeing a pattern in social media posts that got me thinking about how delicate the balance can be in a person's life, and how quickly it can shift when the normalcy of everyday life is upended. Today it was a friend of a friend, a post that said RIP. Vague answers on what the cause of death was, but it wasn't Covid-19. Maybe suicide. More likely an overdose, like the post I read the other day about someone I met years ago when my life was significantly less "together" than it is now. The one before that was just over a week ago. Samantha. She was larger than life, that girl. She could make you laugh through the hard times, even if every fiber in your body wanted to break down in tears. She had been doing well, by what everybody said. Three weeks ago, it was my own boyfriend. Clean off heroin for two years and just impulsively decided to buy a $20 bag. Cops found him unconscious in a bank parking lot, one foot out the door, car still running. He had pissed himse...