I made myself happy making masks in bright, colorful prints, and I was an early adopter to sell them. I turned on Gilmore Girls, took extensive walks, wrote fluffy stories, and sewed. Reading the news, watching social media timelines, and listening to loved ones had all turned against me- suddenly, my whole reality shifted to an apocalyptic level of anxiety. My friend had just hung up with me after warning me that martial law would soon come down the pike.
I’d forgotten to breathe and started hyperventilating.
I had a panic attack when shelter-in-place happened, for perhaps the first time in my life.
