My reactions are sorta like that. Yaddahs like the current hoopla convince my Inner Doomsayer that I was right to isolate from those unpredictable human critters and that allows me to dump the lesser worries which justified my isolation before the mass insanity broke out. Proof positive. End of need for justification.

Of course, none of the mass insanities I have lived through have lasted long enough to test sustainability of that catastrophic calm. The current quarantine on my Corona free county is two weeks. Longest sustainability test yet.

Testing, one, two, three. . .

I know that I should be worried and I will certainly wash my hands and do the sanitizer thing.

But I am just not worried about it as I have always done the sanitizer and washing hands. That is just everyday living for me.

Hugs...especially to all of my dear friend who are anxious about this.

We are here for you.

I get it. I can be so irrationally anxious about nothing for weeks and then something to be afraid of really comes and I'm able to keep my cool? I don't get it, but I am certainly thankful.

Hello,
I'm new to this. I'm a struggling sex addict in recovery. My addiction cost me my career, family, friends, my children and my freedom. I was incarcerated for 12 yrs because of choices I made in my addiction.
Recently I met a young woman who is struggling with an addiction to crystal meth. She shared with me how her addiction came about after she w as s sexually and physically abused. This caused me to have a great deal of guilt. I'm ashamed of myself and want to help her.

I completely relate. Part of me feels like “I should be panicking more” and then the stupidity of that statement reveals itself. I’m by no means calm about the global situation, but handling it more cerebrally, whereas a few weeks ago I was having panic attacks “over nothing”