I coped with nCoV anxiety the way I often did then, by turning to food, ritual, and belief, while trying to convince myself that comfort, faith, and appetite could keep the panic contained.
I numbed out with Fleabag, doomscrolling, and old memories, while politics, online conflict, and my own darker loops kept pulling the day away from any real rest.
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