When I reread my first daily blog entry from 2019, I suddenly remembered that my melancholy is nothing new.
The pandemic made me forget because it all felt normal – everyone was anxious, everyone was sad, and everyone had to tell themselves every day: “Be strong. Survive.”
So in 2022, as I went back out into the world and started to become human again, the melancholy felt like a new demon I no longer knew how to play nice with.