I recently had an aha moment about the pandemic. It came after days of typing and clicking on my laptop without producing or accomplishing anything of value. I had zero energy and wondered if I was depressed.
Do you have those days?
Many writers have struggled to practice their craft after COVID-19 hit. I had been fairly productive for several months, but lately, I’ve felt my enthusiasm wane. During this period of writing sloth-dom, even this short blog took me
three four five days to finish. (Below, I list of some of the topics that bounced around my head in the process. It’s kinda funny, actually.)
I was pretty discouraged, as I get sometimes. Building a name for oneself as a writer is not for the faint of heart. And the pandemic adds another layer.
The pandemic adds to our already-full plates.
I think it’s because every day—every hour and minute, for some of us—we’re facing existential questions about our lives, the future of our country, even the future of humanity and this planet. My husband and I have gone so far as to give each other “if I get COVID” instructions above and beyond our advanced directives. Mine was: find a way to get my memoir published posthumously.
Many of our deepest existential questions have no easy answer, if they have an answer at all. The whys and hows just bounce around our brains until they fall in a black hole, only to pop up again the next time we ask.
This intensity of unknowns creates… (and here’s my aha moment)…Pandemic Brain.
Pandemic Brain is caused by an overload of existential questioning and the intensity of the unknown.
When I realized I had Pandemic Brain, I already felt better. Funny how naming a problem can do that.
Imagine a pinball machine. If you walk past it, it’s quiet. But as soon as you engage with it by pulling the plunger, you’re trapped. There’s so much pent-up energy in that tightly coiled spring, it’s nearly impossible to resist the urge to let it snap back. And when you finally release it, bedlam ensues.
As an HSP (Highly Sensitive Person), bedlam is especially uncomfortable for me.
With Pandemic Brain, the plunger is engaged by the news, a Facebook post, a comment from a friend, or even a thought you have in a quiet moment. You may have felt on top of things, but as soon as you release the plunger with a sproing, your thoughts zig-zag in a million directions with a gazillion different trajectories all at once, and you try frantically to create some semblance of order, knowing you’ll have little control.
Pandemic Brain is like a pinball machine
Yup. That about describes it for me. So what am I going to do about it?
What I’m going to do is return to the strategies I use anytime I feel overwhelmed, distracted, unproductive, in a funk:
- Give myself permission to be imperfectly human.
- Look for and articulate the lessons I learn from every struggle.
- Meditate–even five minutes helps.
- Look for moments in the day when I am not in overwhelming pain or discomfort, nor under extreme pressure. For many of us, there are more of those moments in a day than we realize. I revel in the calm of those moments.
- Practice gratitude of the little things. Of course we’re all grateful for family and friends, but don’t forget to appreciate curbside pickup at the liquor store, plentiful rolls of toilet paper again available, and programmable coffee makers.
- Laugh. I’ve never watched the Ellen Degeneres show, but her funniest moments Youtube videos are fall-on-the-floor hilarious.
And for some roll-your-eyes humor, here are some topics that dinged around in my Pandemic Brain for this month’s blog:
- Why I call my husband Michael “Mike” in my book, and my son Matt “Matthew,” and what it’s like to be “Karen” lately now that the name is infamous, and do you even know that “Karen” is a thing, and what’s really in a name?
- My book proposal is almost done except the marketing section, which is the thing I dreaded most about writing a proposal and I think I’m having a major flare of imposter syndrome.
- I’m such an introvert that even virtual engaging like on Twitter and Facebook is exhausting so I take breaks for a few days but then I think about what I should be posting and tweeting and I’m going to coin the phrase “the vortex of engagement,” and that would be a great essay if I ever have the time or energy to write it.
- And what authors can I ask to blurb my book, but the real question is, do I have the nerve to ask?
One thing I failed to mention in my list of “treatments” for Pandemic Brain is writing. It may be hard to generate intelligible prose with a blur of ideas and questions and fears buzzing around in my head, but when the words come, they help me understand myself and the world I inhabit.
So writing is another thing for me to be grateful for. And I’m grateful to you for reading this today. Thank you, my friend.
Now it’s time to get back to work.