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Sorted by: Theme: Inspiration & Hope

Written Story by Jack

My journey with long COVID was an arduous one, filled with physical and emotional challenges  that tested their resilience. After contracting COVID-19, I initially believed that their symptoms  would gradually subside, just like those of many others who had recovered from the virus.  However, as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, it became evident that their battle was far from over.

Chronic fatigue plagued , I making even the simplest tasks seem insurmountable. Their energy  reserves were depleted, and the constant tiredness became an ever-present companion.  Additionally, muscle pain became a persistent reminder of the toll the virus had taken on their  body. Each step felt like wading through quicksand, as if their limbs were burdened with  invisible weights. Simple movements that were once effortless became excruciating.

However, it wasn’t just the physical symptoms that took a toll on my daily life. Cognitive  difficulties began to manifest, leaving them struggling with brain fog and memory lapses. Simple  conversations became a challenge as they grappled to find the right words or recall recent  events. This cognitive fog cast a shadow over their professional life, making work tasks  overwhelming and causing frustration and self-doubt to seep into their mind.

Determined to find answers and support, I reached out to local healthcare providers in Oregon  who specialized in long COVID care. They sought the expertise of doctors who had witnessed  the prolonged effects of the virus firsthand and could offer guidance on treatment options.  Collaborating with these professionals, I developed a comprehensive care plan tailored to their  specific needs.

The treatment plan encompassed a combination of medical interventions and therapies. I  underwent various tests and evaluations to identify potential underlying health issues  exacerbated by long COVID. Medications were prescribed to manage specific symptoms and  address any complications that arose. Physical therapy became an essential part of their  routine, helping to rebuild strength, improve mobility, and alleviate the persistent muscle pain.

While medical treatments played a crucial role, I discovered that support from fellow long  COVID survivors was equally invaluable. They sought out local support groups in Oregon where  they could connect with others who understood the unique challenges they faced. In these  groups, I found solace, validation, and a sense of belonging. Sharing their experiences,  struggles, and victories became a lifeline, offering a support network that understood the  physical and emotional impact of long COVID.

I embarked on their journey of resilience, they faced setbacks and moments of despair. There  were days when progress felt agonizingly slow, and doubts crept in. But with each step forward,  no matter how small, their determination grew stronger. They celebrated even the tiniest  victories, whether it was a slight increase in energy levels or successfully completing a physical  therapy session without immense pain.

Over time, I perseverance and the support of healthcare professionals and fellow survivors  began to yield positive results. The chronic fatigue gradually lessened, allowing them to engage  in activities they had once enjoyed. The muscle pain, while still present, became more  manageable, and the cognitive difficulties began to improve as the brain fog lifted.

Journey with long COVID in Oregon serves as a testament to the power of resilience, tenacity,  and community support. Through their determination to seek answers and find support, they  slowly regained their strength and worked towards a better quality of life. Their story stands as  a beacon of hope for others navigating the challenges of long COVID, demonstrating that  healing and improvement are possible with the right resources, treatment, and a supportive  community by one’s side.

Written Story by Anonymous

Course Schedule

Spring 2020 – French 340: Oral Skills

An advanced study in moving mouths around unfamiliar vowels

We watch the professors tongue hit his teeth, not like that mais comme ça

Sent home to distinguish pronunciations through delayed Zoom connections

Updating our vocabulary; contagieux, unprecedented, pandémie

Even en français these words can’t be romanticized

There is no skill in communicating the worry of unknowns

Only empathy and patience as time strides by and stays put

Why do we entertain the fanfare of academia in times like these

The only test I can bear to take is being withheld by our government

What do grade point averages mean to ghosts

Summer 2020 – Arts 310: Living with Dying; Analyzing HBO’s Six Feet Under

Syllabus finalized in early spring, seats filled before the hospital beds did

Somber introductions and acknowledgement of newly found relevance

Binge watching episodes between planning memorials

I’ve been waiting 15 years to stop whispering about death

But even now as we yell, they don’t listen

My final project is a business plan; implementing grief education in schools

There is beauty in creating the structures we wish we’d had

And anger in knowing our pain doesn’t necessitate change

I am no stranger to death

I know there are much worse things to face

Fall 2020 – French 400: Linguistics

Apocalypse, from the Greek apokalyptein, “to uncover”

Etymology turning despair to opportunity

The clarity of interconnectedness cannot be unseen

How can our words keep up with circumstance

Do we dare attempt to articulate our fragmented realities?

I study language to collect descriptors,

Work in health because care transcends translation.

Indefinitely distanced, I seek connection through expression

Covid dismantled my lexicon and sense of community

I rebuild them both

Written Story by Anonymous

During the Covid-19 pandemic has been quite the rollercoaster ride. Not only do I have to  navigate the challenges of raising two young kids, but I also have to manage my own health  condition—diabetes. It’s been a constant juggling act between taking care of my children’s  needs, keeping them safe, and ensuring I stay healthy in these uncertain times. 

Every morning begins with a flurry of activity. As I wake up, the thought of how to protect my  kids from this invisible enemy looms over me. I rush to the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee and  preparing breakfast for my hungry little ones. I have learned to whip up quick, healthy meals  that are diabetes-friendly, so I can set a good example for my kids and manage my own  condition. We sit together at the table, sharing stories and laughter, trying to forget the anxiety  that hangs in the air. With schools closed and remote learning becoming the new norm, I  become both a father and a teacher. Balancing my work responsibilities from home while  helping my kids with their assignments has been a challenge. We gather around the dining  table, laptops open, and dive into the world of online education. There are times when  frustrations bubble to the surface, but I remind myself to be patient, to be understanding. We  find creative ways to make learning fun and engaging, incorporating breaks for outdoor  activities and explorations in our own backyard. The pandemic has brought us closer as a family,  as we spend more time together under one roof. We play board games, build forts, and create  art projects. We take long walks in the neighborhood, appreciating the simple pleasures of  nature. I cherish these moments, for they remind me of the importance of cherishing the little  joys in life amidst the chaos that surrounds us.  

However, there are moments when the weight of the world seems too much to bear. Diabetes,  already a constant companion, adds an extra layer of concern during these times. I am  meticulous about managing my blood sugar levels, ensuring that stress doesn’t take a toll on my  health. Regular exercise, a healthy diet, and keeping up with my medications have become even  more critical. I make it a point to include my children in this journey, educating them about  diabetes, so they can understand and support me in my efforts to stay healthy. The fear of  contracting the virus is a constant shadow that hangs over our heads. I take every precaution to  protect my family and myself, from wearing masks and sanitizing regularly to avoiding crowded  places. We miss the hugs of loved ones, the warmth of gatherings, and the spontaneity of life  before the pandemic. But in these challenging times, we have learned the importance of  resilience, adaptability, and finding joy in the simplest of moments.  

As a single dad with diabetes, I’ve learned to embrace the uncertainties that life throws at us.  I’ve become more patient, more compassionate, and more grateful for the moments of joy that  come our way. I have grown as a father and as an individual, and I hope that my children will  look back on this time as a period of strength, resilience, and togetherness. We will navigate this  storm together, hand in hand, and come out stronger on the other side.

Written Story by Mohamad Kasim

I am now 53 years old, and I am still working. I am Rohingya from Burma and have been living  in the United States for eight years, having migrated through Malaysia as a refugee. I have a  loving family, including a son. Four years ago, I was diagnosed with diabetes, which has been a  constant concern in my life. 

During the COVID-19 pandemic, starting from around April 2019, I faced a challenging time. I  couldn’t work for six months due to business closures, leaving me without any income. The  financial strain and uncertainty caused me to experience a deep sense of depression. Sadly, I  couldn’t seek help from friends and relatives as they were also facing similar struggles. 

When I was finally able to resume work towards the end of 2019, the COVID-19 precautions  made it incredibly difficult. Wearing masks, maintaining distance from others, and following  numerous safety measures made every working day a challenge. Despite the difficulties, I  persevered. 

However, in November 2020, I contracted COVID-19. The symptoms were unpleasant, including  a running nose, body aches, muscle pain, and fatigue. I immediately went to the hospital to get  tested, and the result came back positive. I had to isolate at home for two weeks, separated  from my wife and son. Doctors advised me to take Panadol for symptomatic relief and  recommended a nutritious diet to support my recovery. My wife took on the responsibility of  caring for me, despite battling a non-COVID illness herself. 

During my home stay, hospitals from Oregon provided us with utensils, plates, and personal  hygiene materials to ensure our safety and minimize the risk of transmission within the  household. With time, I managed to recover from COVID-19 without significant complications,  although I did notice some issues with memory loss, forgetfulness, and difficulty concentrating,  possibly due to the lingering effects of the illness. 

In June 2021, another health challenge struck me. I experienced severe chest pain and rushed  to the emergency room, where I was diagnosed with a heart attack and myocardial infarction.  The hospitalization lasted for four days, and I wondered if this could be a complication of  COVID-19. It made me regret not having a thorough medical check-up one month after  recovering from the virus. Prior to the heart attack, I had received one dose of the COVID-19  vaccine, which made me doubt whether it was a factor in the cardiac event. However, my wife  suggested completing the full vaccination course, and I followed her advice, hoping it would  provide some protection for the future. 

Now, in 2023, the burden of debt from the financial difficulties during the COVID-19 pandemic  still weighs heavily on me. I owe money to relatives who are financially well-off, and I am  determined to repay them. The mental strain and breakdown I experienced during that time  continue to affect me, along with the persisting issue of forgetful memory.

It has been a challenging journey, but I remain resilient, hopeful, and determined to overcome  the obstacles that come my way. I cherish the love and support of my family, and I strive to  create a better future for them despite the hardships we have faced.

Written Story by Max Mabry

Hello, 

My name is Max Mabry, and I am a recent graduate from the University of Oregon. I am submitting for your COVID Storytelling submission with my way of telling stories and expressing myself, which is through musical composition. While I understand this may be a bit of a stretch, I figured I would submit it anyway in case it caught your interest and could be used for your project. My piece is called Piano Suite for the World Today, and it is a piano suite that I wrote during COVID that explored some of the feelings I had as we all went through the motions of COVID as a community. 

Here is a link to a performance of the piece I am soon releasing to the public on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRr4JfBf-E8  

The movements of the piece are named as follows: 

I. Simplicity

II. The Awkward Dance Partner

III. Calamity 

IV. Stuck in Your Own Mind

V. A Conflicted Resolution

And this is the program note that I wrote to go with the piece: 

Piano Suite for the World Today was a piece I wrote as a reaction to the impact of COVID on people’s everyday lives. The different movements represent different physical or mental states of being during the pandemic, and the rapid changes in mood and energy between the movements represent the temperament of people as they dealt with their own thoughts and life as it was affected by the drastic shift that occurred throughout the world. 

Thank you so much for your time, 

Max Mabry 

maxmabry.com

Written Story by Matt

My pandemic experience started with a call from my manager: You have been exposed, isolate  yourself from others. Call us back if anything happens. 

It felt like I had been bitten by a zombie and they were waiting to see if I’ll turn. 

Being exposed to illness is something I’ve expected, I work as a X-ray Tech. TB is not a stranger.  We in diagnostic imaging are on the front line with doctors and nurses, often not fully  appreciated though. 

As a X-ray tech I was essential in the COVID ward. I would go through the air lock into my space  suit and take portable xrays of patients. There were some times we wished we could go to the  ward. One summer the fires were so bad the hospital was so full of smoke the fire alarms kept  going off. Breathing that filtered air in our COVID space suits was a real treat. 

I got into Xray because I wanted to help patients along their path to wellness. Shooting xrays of  knees and hips for replacement planning and seeing them recover and feel better after. It made  me feel like I was working in the land of sunshine and rainbows. 

It changed, the patients stopped leaving. The COVID ward was crazy. It slid into wild west  territory. Doctors were trying to do everything to keep these people alive. I remember helping  get ECMO set up, we never do ECMO. Our medical interventions could bypass the heart and  lungs, it was often the kidneys that failed. There was something about how the pH couldn’t be  correct with the amount of CO2 in the blood. 

When patients were discharged It was a celebration. Music would play in the halls. 

I remember x-raying someone close to my own age in the COVID ward. When your young you  think you’re invincible, that it’s only going to be like the flu at worst. Seeing this patient  intubated, alone; that could be me. They were drugged to be paralyzed and to reduce  sensations from the choking of the tube down their throat. I was told the patients were still  awake. 

I volunteer for a graveyard shift Christmas eve to give my coworkers a break. It’s Christmas morning in the COVID ward. My patient has their family on a screen, there’s a nurse bedside  saying comforting, compassionate things. It looks grim, no one is supposed to die on Christmas. 

Days pass, that patient doesn’t appear on the lists anymore. 

But then, a few months ago they’re in the ER. I’m X-raying them, they’re still sick, and in the  middle of the exam they mention that I sound familiar. They say how much they appreciate the  gentle care they received, that the staff was so nice, that they could remember how I cared for  them. I was so surprised they weren’t dead, but you can’t say that to patients. Instead I say: I’m  so happy to see you today.

For a moment it felt like I was back in the land of sunshine and rainbows.

Audio Story by Louisa D.

English Translation 

Emily: Hello. This is Speaker 1. Emily Duru. And I’m joined by [ cross-talk ] —
Louisa: Louisa Duru.
Emily: Thank you. Um, and this is going to be talking our COVID experience. So, um, to start off, can you tell me what is your background?
Louisa: Uh, I’m originally from Nigeria. I came to the US, like, 27 plus years ago, and I do work in the health system in work with the Multnomah County Jail.
Emily: Um, and how long have you been working in the medical field?
Louisa: More than 18 years.
Emily: In the first two to three months of the pandemic, how did COVID impact your work?
Louisa: Oh, it was awful when COVID happened. I didn’t think I’m going to make it, and I was so scared. [ Cross-talk ] Everything kind of like shot down so quiet. [ Cross-talk ] And being a single mom with three kids, I was, like, what am I gonna do since I work in the health system, and I can’t avoid it? And, um, it kind of like gave me a nightmare thinking about it. I was thinking of quitting my job to be safe, but then I want my car, and I’m gonna make it. I have no other income. I have to work, so I have no choice. But I was left in fear to go to work, and that was so — I didn’t think I would make the [indistinct] comparing how people were dying and everything was happening. It was so scary.
Emily: Thank you. Um, long-term, how has your job been impacted by COVID?
Louisa: So during COVID a lot of people with medical problems health-wise have to leave their job. So we are kind of like have to work more than we supposed to. So it was more stress and working in the system working with refugees. People were panicking. It was a lot of stress, depression. A lot of things happens to people that we are requesting for help, and the people working were less, and people were getting sick. People get COVID there at and is left for who people who are there to do the same job, so it was a lot of stress being in the clinic.
Emily: Yeah. It’s like you had to pick up the pieces.
Louisa: Yes. [ Cross-talk ] —
Emily: [ Cross-talk ] Right? And how did COVID impact your mental and physical health?

 

Swahili Translation

Emily: Habari. Huyu ni mzungumzaji wa 1. Emily Duru. Na pamoja nami ninaye [ muingiliano wa masafa ] —
Louisa: Louisa Duru.
Emily: Ahsante. Aaa, na tutazungumzia kuhusiana na yale tuliyoyapitia ndani ya kipindi cha COVID. Hivyo basi, kwa kuanza, unaweza kunieleza kuhusiana na historia yako?
Louisa: Aah, kwa asili ninatokea nchini Nigeria. Nilikuja Marekani, takribani miaka 27 iliyopita, nami ninafanya kazi katika idara ya afya ndani ya Gereza la Jimbo la Multnomah.
Emily: Aaa, na umekuwa ukifanya kazi katika ulingo wa matibabu kwa muda mrefu kiasi gani?
Louisa: Kwa zaidi ya miaka 18.
Emily: Ndani ya miezi ya kwanza miwili au mitatu ya kuibuka kwa janga la COVID, kazi yako iliathiriwa namna gani?
Louisa: Ah, hali ilikuwa mbaya sana pindi COVID ilipoibuka. Sikudhani kama ningeweza kunusurika, na nilijawa na hofu sana. [ Muingiliano wa masafa ] Kila kitu ni kama vile kilizimika ghafla. [ Muingiliano wa masafa ] Nami nikiwa kama mama nileaye watoto watatu peke yangu, nilijiuliza nitafanya nini? Kwani kazi yangu ilikuwa ndani ya huduma ya afya nami nisingeweza kuiepuka! Na, aah, kwangu mawazo hayo yalikuwa kama ndoto ya kutisha. Niliwaza kwamba niache kazi yangu ili niweze kuwa salama, lakini sasa nilitaka kuwa na gari langu, hivyo sikuwa na budi kuishinda hali hiyo. Sikuwa na chanzo kingine chochote cha kuniingizia kipato. Inanibidi kufanya kazi, hivyo sina namna. Lakini nilibaki na hofu ya kwenda kazini, na hilo lilikuwa — sikudhani kama ningeweza [msikiko hafifu] ukizingatia namna watu walivyokuwa wanapoteza maisha na mambo yote yaliyokuwa yanatokea. Hali hiyo iliniogopesha sana.
Emily: Ahsante. Aah, kazi yako imepatwa na madhara yapi ya muda mrefu kutokana na COVID?
Louisa: Unajua kipindi cha COVID watu wengi waliokuwa na matatizo ya kiafya walibidi kuziacha kazi zao. Hivyo, sisi tuliobaki tulibidi kufanya kazi nyingi zaidi kuliko tulivyotarajiwa. Hili lilitusababishia mfadhaiko zaidi, sambamba na kule kufanya kazi pamoja na wakimbizi. Watu waliogopa. Mfadhaiko na msongo wa mawazo ulikuwa mkubwa. Mengi yaliwatokea watu tuliowaomba msaada, na watu waliokuwa wanafanya kazi walikuwa wachache, na watu wengi walizidi kuugua. Watu waliofanya kazi kwenye kliniki waliugua COVID, na wale waliobaki walibidi kufanya kazi zao walizoziacha, hivyo mfadhaiko ulikuwa mkubwa ndani ya kliniki.
Emily: Ndio. Ilikuwa kama vile kujaribu kuokota vipande-pande vilivyopasuka.

 

Spanish Translation

Emily: Hola. Soy la interlocutora 1. Emily Duru. Y estoy acompañada por… [interferencia]
Louisa: Louisa Duru.
Emily: Gracias. Ehhh, y esta va a ser una charla acerca de nuestra experiencia con el COVID. Entonces, ehhh, para empezar, ¿podrías contarme un poco sobre tu historia?
Louisa: Ehhh, originalmente soy de Nigeria. Vine a los Estados Unidos hace como 27 años y trabajo en el sistema de salud de la Cárcel del condado de Multnomah.
Emily: Bien, ¿y durante cuánto tiempo has trabajado en el ámbito médico?
Louisa: Más de 18 años.
Emily: En los primeros dos o tres meses de la pandemia, ¿cómo impactó el COVID en tu trabajo?
Louisa: Oh, fue terrible cuando estuvo el COVID. No creía que fuera a lograrlo, y tenía tanto miedo. [Interferencia] Es como que todo estaba cerrado y tan silencioso. [Interferencia] Y siendo una mamá soltera con tres hijos, pensaba… ¿qué voy a hacer, ya que trabajo en el sistema de salud y no puedo evitarlo? Y… ehhh, era como una pesadilla pensar en eso. Pensé en dejar mi trabajo para estar segura, pero luego pensé: quiero mi auto, y lo voy a lograr. No tengo otros ingresos. Tengo que trabajar, entonces no tengo opción. Pero tenía miedo de ir a trabajar, y eso era tan… No creía que pudiera lograr [interferencia] comparando cómo las personas estaban muriendo y todo estaba sucediendo. Tenía tanto miedo.
Emily: Gracias. Ehhh… a largo plazo, ¿cómo estuvo afectado tu trabajo por el COVID?
Louisa: Bueno, durante el COVID, muchas personas con problemas de salud tuvieron que dejar sus trabajos. Entonces, era como que teníamos que trabajar más de lo que se suponía. Entonces era más estrés y trabajar en el sistema, trabajando con refugiados. La gente estaba entrando en pánico. Había mucho estrés, depresión. Les pasaban muchas cosas a las personas que solicitábamos para que nos ayudaran, y la gente estaba trabajando menos y se estaba enfermando. La gente se enferma de COVID y quedan personas así haciendo el mismo trabajo, por eso fue mucho estrés estar en la clínica.
Emily: Sí. Fue como que tuviste que recoger los pedazos.
Louisa: Sí. [Interferencia]
Emily: [Interferencia] ¿Verdad? ¿Y cómo impactó el COVID en tu salud mental y física?

Written Story by Grace

A Bunch of Thoughts

As I write I am realizing how hard I have tried to unconsciously forget any of those two years ever happened. Everything is back to normal and everyone is just trying to forget. I know I am. Except giving birth, I cannot recall a single event that happened, all the two years just morphed into this thing of bits and fragments of memories, I like to call it a bunch of thoughts, and a few that often stick in my mind I’ll try to write about. 

They always say whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I have grown to believe ever since Covid-19 was at its peak that that saying doesn’t actually hold any water. Because you can’t convince me the reason me and my loved ones are alive is because we were strong. I holed up in the house as the strongest; doctors, nurses and first responders sacrificed their lives for us. I have failed to see the strength in my actions, that’s why I never got the power to complain or second guess them when they advised against taking walks when I had a three-month-old baby. Because I knew what I’d done wasn’t a show of strength, it was resilience and best. But we all pushed through, I learnt that a day at a time is how you survive when the very things you love and cherish like your life and family are threatened by something you have no control over. You just hope like everything you have endured before; it will come to pass. The promise of time which is never broken.

When my job stopped and I was stuck at home pregnant, it was time I found something else to fill my time. I was raised in a middle to low-income family in Rwanda and fantasies and movies were not how food got to the table. Then here I was with an eternity to do anything but work. I signed up for Netflix for the very first time in my life and this is where another unforgettable memory from those two years came to my life. Through my screen I found art, these stories allowed me to forget my reality and fight batters for causes close to my heart. They allowed me to dream of a life I hadn’t imagined for me and my daughter. For although these stories were fiction, their effect on my life was true. They made me dream of a world of plenty, where I could work and provide the life I had never had for my daughter, I was determined to come to the USA.

Even after the pandemic has passed and everything is back to normal, I don’t think anyone is back to normal and that necessarily isn’t a bad thing. The pandemic was a reminder that as humans, at our best the strongest and smartest have sacrificed their energy and time, sometimes even life so that the frail and weak and vulnerable among us can live to see another day and fulfill their dreams with prejudice. That the world is sometimes kind enough to give the “undeserving” the most chances in life. I hope I learned a thing or two about living, because like everything I described as art in movies, life is beautiful. 

For all its downsides I got a thing or two from covid. The love of my life, my daughter. She is a light in my life of how from fire diamonds are forged, for her I will forever be grateful. The second thing was time, as I took a break, I noticed how time is also a privilege for the few. I worked long hours prior and never got time to reflect about my life, what was important to me, what my loved ones were going through. I spent the 2 years with three of my siblings I hadn’t had time to understand since I was the oldest and time hadn’t been kind enough to give me a chance watch them grow into themselves, I am thankful I no longer share only blood with them, we share a friendship strengthened by blood and for that I will forever be grateful.

Written Story by Anonymous

Covid-19 was a surprise pandemic. I did not think that it was going to last for more than two  years. I was relieved when we had the vaccine specially for healthcare workers and for many  immunocompromised categories. I did not think that I was going to get Covid because I took  precautions by wearing mask, washing hands, avoiding crowds and avoiding travels. It was sad not to visit my family members and friends for two years but it was better not to spread germs  or being exposed from them. Many people were exposed and they were very sick . Many  people lost their lives including friends and relatives.it was very scary for the first year specially  when we did not have the vaccines for everyone. I had Covid and I stayed home for one week  and it was not easy. Many of my friends had Covid and some of them were very sick ,others had  mild symptoms.  

I remember when we were in the house for 3 months and it was the longest time I stayed in the  house without visiting my family and friends. The best experience I had was working from home for 3 months. I spent more money on groceries, vitamins, good water, masks, hand sanitizers  and cleaning supplies. I avoided public transportation as much as I could. I did not plan any  parties for my family and friends for a long time . I avoided traveling over seas for family visit. I  did not like the Covid test at all especially the nasal swab for rapid test and all the advanced  Covid tests.Now the Covid is declining everyday in the different countries. I am so glad we don’t  have to wear masks everywhere even when traveling. We can wear masks at the hospitals but  many places now it is not mandatory anymore because Covid cases continue to decline. It is  nice to go to church , restaurants, parks, movie theaters and many places without masks.I can  take public transportation without masks as well. Some people are getting sick from Covid but  they are having mild symptoms. I am so happy to see few cases of Covid and less cases of  hospitalizations. It is nice to see Covid vaccines being available to everyone and it is very  important and very helpful to have the information available and medical insurance coverage  available for people who can not afford to pay for their health insurance coverage. I would like to thank God for protecting us and all our loved ones. I would like to thank the healthcare  professionals who helped us to get through these tough times and the research employees who  worked really hard during the Covid. Non profit’ organizations were very helpful as well with  helping so many communities with low income families to be able to afford rent, food, healthcare and school fees for their children. Our government did a great job and more people who helped.

Written Story by Anonymous

The first time I heard about Covid-19, I thought it was the same as any flu that will be over in a  couple of weeks. Suddenly, schools were going online, typical school experiences were a thing  of the past. I was anxious out of my mind about my last year of high school. My last year of high  school, as well as my last year in the early college at Portland Community College, had just  begun. I had to take college classes while trying to complete both my high school and  associate’s requirements. When we had to switch to online school, I remembered feeling like  failure was inevitable for me since I had not anticipated not being in an online environment. I  was feeling overwhelmed because I had to adjust to a different learning environment on top of  having to juggle my high school and college requirements. I was unfamiliar with learning online  and did not know how to navigate this new system. It was a lot of pressure for me to learn all  the various tools and techniques quickly. I found myself stuck in feelings of incompetence. I had  to take classes like human anatomy and statistics. I convinced myself that I couldn’t do it and  that I would not be able to get my associate’s like I wanted. I started showing anxiety symptoms,  especially through binge eating because of fear of disappointing myself and my family. I  experienced an increased sense of pressure and feeling overwhelmed because I was constantly  comparing myself to others and believing I couldn’t keep up. I also felt like I was letting myself  and my family down, which led to feelings of guilt and shame. This further compounded my  anxiety and negative thoughts. Due to the lockdown in those early stages of Covid-19, I couldn’t  get out of my house or find a place to do other things that didn’t pertain to schoolwork. This  made it difficult to find a sense of balance and break the cycle of comparison and perfectionism.  It also prevented me from taking much-needed breaks and engaging in activities that could help  me manage my stress, such as exercise, meditation, or talking to friends. Fortunately, Zoom  became famous quickly and a group of people were able to meet online. I had several  opportunities to get together with my youth group from church to talk and go through the word  of God and remind me that I am not alone even when I think I am. It allowed for a sense of  community to remain during this uncertain and isolating time. It gave me the chance to take a  break and speak with friends. This helped take my mind off of the stress of the pandemic for a  time and gave me a sense of peace. It was a great way to share our joys, sorrows, and  experiences with each other. We were also able to use it to stay connected to our church family  and keep up to date with all of the latest news and events. There are still after-effects of my experiences of Covid. I was diagnosed with anxiety and obsessive-compulsive disorder in 2021.  Most people don’t know if the internal issues I suffered during Covid and even now when the  after-effects can be felt. I am glad that I was able to get help when I needed it and found a way  to deal with what I was going through.