As I caught up on my reading of last Sunday’s NY Times, I found it excrutiatingly hard to read two articles about some of the Covid-related struggles: one here in the US and one in Columbia. They were so difficult, I cried through them both. I was tempted to stop reading, realizing it was impinging on my already fragile mood, then thought, “How dare I even compare their suffering to mine?” as I sit in my air conditioned, comfortable home, with three meals per day and safety from covid dependent only on my own decisions.
Intellectually, I know I am not the cause of, nor can I necessarily help in these cases, but it doesn’t help me detach myself.
In one article, a NY Times reporter visited Columbia to see the conditions there. Columbia has, over the past 2 decades, managed to secure some security for the poorest of the poor. Families were lifted out of dire poverty to run small businesses, they were able to educate their children and live in decent homes. Then covid struck and decades of progress was literally and figuratively reduced to rubble. When families were forced to move to encampments; the government shut them down as they were illegal. They were forced to be out in the open, with covid raging. Many who had escaped from Venezuela to Columbia fled back, most certainly to no better circumstances – and maybe worse. As a parent, it would be bad enough for me to suffer these conditions, but watching my children suffer as well would be excruciaing. I had to force myself to keep reading – that’s how painful it was.
The other story was one about helplessness, which is what I felt while reading the first story. It involved the suicide of an emergency doctor who literally had a mental breakdown due to her inability to save so many in the NYC outbreak that left everyone ill-prepared in the weeks leading up to the devastation. She had suffered through Covid herself, then came back to work in spite of her still fragile condition. The article speculates that because we know so little about lasting neurological effects, her coping mechanisms could have been impacted by the virus.
If there is anything to be gleaned from these articles, it is to raise our awareness of relative blessings, however hard life is for us now, but to strive not to feel guilty about what we CAN’T do. It is to put things in perspective.
If you feel inconvenienced that you are asked to wear a mask, refrain from risky social activities, halt travel and refrain from seeing family and friends, remember it is for the collective safety of everyone – especially those most at risk.
For an empath, not feeling the pain is easier said than done.