It’s 10pm and I am once again in the kitchen, thinking about what I could eat. One thing I noticed most since the start of the crisis is my constant tiredness and craving of food. I was initially puzzled by this. But perhaps I have an increasing need for comfort, a sense of safety, feeling warm and protected. Perhaps this is why I don’t like leaving my bed to venture out into a world that seems uninviting and cold, deserted of the usual social interaction, the warmth of hugs, the comfort of handshakes, the closeness that we instinctively know and that is now absent.
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