Things over the past year - family and friends die torturous deaths alone, without funerals. Many, like my sister, ranks into deep depressions on knowing how badly her husband suffered. But finally, after a year of being locked down, she had dinner with two friends. Dealing with traumas we might not know is destructive. It's like going up to a veteran experiencing PTSD and flashbacks and saying "Oh, pff. The war is over." For some, the COVID war is not over. Let them be. A year from now we are going to need some hardnose thinking about make sure everybody gets their booster shots to make sure this doesn’t happen again. I don’t want it to be a matter of feelings again.

I have horrific social anxiety and I can genuinely say I’ve had the best year of my life. My work went to work from home and I suddenly had commuting time to use how I like. I’ve enjoyed knowing that every time the doorbell has rang, it’s been for a delivery and not for an unannounced visit from someone. I’ve had bad skin my whole life. Not spots, just bad dry patches on my face. I only wear make up in office because I’m truly very ugly and it makes me slightly less noticeable to do so. I stopped wearing make up on day one of lockdown, my skin has fully cleared up and I now have the confidence to go everywhere without feeling judged for no make up. I really enjoyed this last year. I’m going to be really sad to have to return to commuting to a job I’ve proven can be done from home with absolutely no interruption.