I spent the first years of the pandemic trying not to die. Not in the literal sense of taking precautions against a deadly virus, though I did that too. Not in the same urgent way as an ICU patient, septic and deoxygenating, though I was hospitalized occasionally. Not in the suicidal sense, though I was, for a time. But in the most mundane, microscopic of ways: I caught COVID in March 2020 and my body forgot how to live.
Thank you for this beautifully written post. I have tears in my eyes. You have evoked memories of my own challenges and the pain of so many others who have experienced Long COVID.
You are a beacon for the tens of thousands of LC patients. I hope that others will take the time to read your post.
That speaks volumes coming from a talent as gifted as yours. Thank you! Trying desperately to finish the unpublished manuscript to put out for nibbles.
I found you thanks to Mardi posting your piece in Notes. It is always great to have more LC voices here on Substack. Your words are gorgeous and haunting and bring me right back to March 2020 as well. Here in solidarity 🧡
Dear Impairing Curse Author,
Thank you for this beautifully written post. I have tears in my eyes. You have evoked memories of my own challenges and the pain of so many others who have experienced Long COVID.
You are a beacon for the tens of thousands of LC patients. I hope that others will take the time to read your post.
Kind regards,
Mardi
You are a fantastically talented writer! Thank you so much for sharing, for using your gift to reach so many. I look forward to reading more.
That speaks volumes coming from a talent as gifted as yours. Thank you! Trying desperately to finish the unpublished manuscript to put out for nibbles.
I found you thanks to Mardi posting your piece in Notes. It is always great to have more LC voices here on Substack. Your words are gorgeous and haunting and bring me right back to March 2020 as well. Here in solidarity 🧡