#isolation

578 posts
  • nuances_in_life 1w

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    ©nuances_in_life

  • maxedson83akalyricalslouch 2w

    CONSUMED

    Its 4:30 in the morning and anxiety consumes me. I find it hard to face every new day. I was like this before but the isolation from this covid definitely made it worse. The anticipation of social interactions makes me very nervous. Still like every other day I will face my fears and face another day.
    ©maxedson83

  • rachanarithu 3w

    Demons of Pandemic and beyond.

    Will I ever get to see the people I love, one more time ?


    TW: Sexual Abuse, Covid, Mental Health Conditions, Death


    I remember the last time I asked this question to myself.  It was 4 years ago in a far away land where I was forcefully confined to a house during an abusive relationship. Getting physically and mentally abused by someone you trusted is an excruciating pain and to wake up the next day, to prepare food for the same person and pretend like nothing happened until it happens all over again the same evening, is just every description of hell in reality.

    Every single day the torture only increased and over the days, the question turned to a belief that, "I will not get to see anyone else, ever again". Infact if not for a universal intervention and my sister, I wouldn't have been alive to tell the tale.

    I got a second chance at life then in the form of my sister who helped me escape, get help and restart from scratch.  Yet, that incident left  long lasting impact in the form of multiple severe mental health conditions, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Depression, Anxiety and mild OCD.

    After changing multiple jobs, places and medications, things were finally  taking a positive turn when I landed a job that I really liked, a super supportive team, psychotherapy and also found alternate effective cure for my condition in Ayurveda. I tried to convince myself that may be just maybe, things might change. While medications and psychotherapy helped, I was supposed to stay away from triggers that would set off panic / anxiety attacks, which if gets worse could end up in me collapsing completely.  While there were many minor triggers, few major ones were good enough to start off major panic attacks, like being  in confined spaces, bound to home for prolonged periods without physically interacting with others, sounds of nadaswaram (musical instruments used in the south Indian weddings), sudden power cuts in the night and so on. I tried my best to stay away from triggers and things were actually getting better.


    Then Covid happened, I was confined to my home in the city, isolated into one of my worst triggers.  With the help of some  very  generous friends, I survived last lockdown, where I had multiple panic attacks and hospitalizations since I lost consciousness as a consequence. 

    This year lockdown is even worse, cases are rising like hell and people  I know or people in general are dying on a daily basis.  Amidst all this asking friends to come over for even emergency makes me feel guilty, can't visit hospitals as they are over occupied already with Covid cases and so on.


    Nights and darkness come along with horrible memories of the past, nightmares brings back vivid details of the trauma that happened, time crawls by in the night, where I stay awake counting seconds till the morning rays strike through my window, assuring some level of safety and may be just may be few minutes of uninterrupted sleep.


    Along with all that,  I haven't seen my mother or grandparents since February 2020, my sister or my brother since before that and by the way things are going on, I don't know if we will ever get to see each other in person anymore. I live in constant anxiety of something happening to my mother who is yet waiting to getting to get her slot for vaccination, my grandparents who can't be vaccinated due to co-morbidities,  because of which, me travelling all the way to them without getting vaccinated can be risky too. I have no freaking clue what will happen if I go down with Covid despite every possible precautions taken.


    The anxiety of all these uncertainties and constant triggers are literally disabling, physically and mentally.

    Everyday I hope that all of us sail through this and live to tell the tale but as the days pass by, the hopes are hammered and lights at the end of the tunnel seems like a mirage. Each day getting out of bed, doing things that a normal person could do without actually even thinking is a battle for me within myself.


    Yet I try my best to breathe through, one second to another, determined to fight back as far as I can. 


    I acknowledge the privilege I have of having a home to sleep, or not being currently in an abusive household,  and am grateful for all that. I am writing this to just let out that despite the privileges, the outward appearances, the shield of projections, many people hold onto, they might be fighting unimaginably deadly demons.

    If you are one who is fighting these battles for whatsoever reasons, your pain is valid as much as all the  collective grief around. Do not feel guilty for feeling pain.


    Breathe. Hold On. One second to another.


    "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about"

    ©rachanarithu

  • yasasvee_varsha 3w

    Solitary mind

    Hard as ice
    Stone cold inside
    All you see,
    Is an uneasy being

    Cracked hard core
    Frustrated
    All I see,
    Is paradise, of isolation...!

    ©yasasvee_varsha

  • wordsbykarma 5w

    I am both awed and disrupted by the idea of having a 'soulmate' .
    ⁣⁣⁣⁣
    Someone in particular marked for us to share this experience with,
    the idea is truly beautiful. ⁣⁣
    Yet i cannot help but doubt this as some surreal abstraction.

    ©wordsbykarma

  • reena14 6w

    Isolation

    An isolated room has more power to create poetry, art and skills than a stage, office and museum...


    ©reena14

  • ashamurali 6w

    The current situation can play tricks on the mind and make one feel hopeless.
    However, this is when our imagination comes in handy. We can trick our mind into thinking happy thoughts and manage these tough times.
    As mirakeeans who can beat us in imagination?
    The wonderful poem on covid pqtient in isolation by @raghavendran triggered me to write this.
    Stay strong and stay safe.
    @writersbay @writersnetwork @writersnetwork #isolation #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #hope

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    Smile, despite isolation

    Even when all alone in isolation,
    No need for despair and desperation,
    Calling the good friend, imagination,
    can save one from depression.

    One can feel scared and lonely,
    Longing to be in a crowd so lively,
    When mind spins anxiously,
    Fear can haunt endlessly!

    The situation now is no doubt grim,
    And all hopes seem dull and slim,
    no choice but.to smile and swim,
    We can never let our light to dim.

    Inner peace, dont let events destroy,
    Most times it's just a decoy!
    Fill your mind with hope and joy,
    Every moment is yours to enjoy!

    ©ashamurali

  • landoflitdiaries 6w

    Power of Relationships

    Never underestimate the power of relationships in your life. They're the best source of strength that encourages goodness in you. Loneliness or Isolation can never be the solution to mental chaos. When you have your friends and loved ones by your side nothing can break your spirit.
    ©landoflitdiaries

  • loftydreams101 7w

    To Shapeshifting Worlds of Old

    Soon I'll return
    To the arms of a haunted refuge
    To the choked ports of a home
    I sent sinking in the mist
    Many mornings ago
    ~
    Clawed down to mere scraps
    To morsel and bone by the scavenging months
    Soon I'll breathe in a maddening,
    An ever-widening joy
    ~
    Until I'm lost in its frenzy
    Drunk, from the ebb and flow of the crowds
    Rushed along, by once buried screams of rebirth
    ~
    Returned, to the form I surrendered
    All those mornings ago
    Veiled in ghostly white and rearranged by time

    ©2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • manimukesh 7w

    In this together

    Until we overcome this crisis,
    Why go out and spread virus?
    When you can share love and spread smiles..
    Afterall,life is too short to send yall individual messages
    So, consider this a combined postage.
    Love and light from RA entertainmentz..
    ©manimukesh

  • ananias 10w

    I wanted to make it longer but oh well. #quarantine #isolation

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    If I only live in my room,
    Was i ever alive?
    If a plant sees no sun, on optimism does it thrive?

    ©ananias

  • knicii 12w

    I lost my grandmother to covid recently. She was a very people-person but she was forced to die isolated without anybody around her because of this virus. I didn't even get to see her face or be with her in final moments. I saw her when she was sick and then in a 'body-bag' when she died.

    This poem is dedicated to her. #if #wod #covid #isolation #lovedone #deathiscruel

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    If I knew you were going far away,
    I'd hold on a little longer, I'd ask you to stay;
    If I knew I wouldn't see or talk to you again,
    I'd stare a little longer and maybe rant like insane.

    I had you by my side since the moment I opened my eyes,
    I remained your kid regardless of my size;

    With time I grew detached, busy in my world,
    I didn't know your time had come to an end, a life unfurled;

    Now memories haunt me and the regrets resurface,
    A soul so precious was suddenly washed out of trace.

    So many clothes to model, so many stories to share,
    I'm so lost now, why's death so unfair?

    I just wish I had some time,
    To express in words that didn't have to rhyme;

    In your final moments, you lived your worst nightmare,
    Unbeknownst to you, you weren't abandoned; we were right there.

    If I knew you were gonna leave soon,
    I'd atleast say, I love you till the stars and the moon.
    ©knicii

  • gwencanfield2 13w

    Spiritual Cornucopia

    You must reap Whatever you sow,
    so go out and sew the most glorious quilt!
    And leave out the curtains and threads
    of ignorance, hatred, and guilt.
    Anything vile, anything dark leave out
    of its patterned weave,
    Live only in love, joy, hope, laughter
    And color it with the brightest ever
    Spiritual Cornucopia crowned with
    The hue and vibrance of truth!
    ©gwencanfield2

  • kevinosullivan 13w

    Predation

    Isolation is the ultimate poison
    A caged solitary animal will eventually stop eating
    Death of a spouse will institute illness in a survivor
    Such natural notions seem exaggerated and novel Social attention and interaction opposites exist
    Reverse machined threads on the silencers barrel
    Trigger squeezed the rounds to isolate and alienate
    Prey hunted by hungry carnivore killers, tuned perfect
    Yet miniscule in comparison to solemn loneliness
    ©kevinosullivan

  • james_taumas 13w

    Masks

    Pandemic times
    Fear in the air
    Everywhere you go
    Masks are the norm
    Eat and drink exceptions
    Friends and family missed
    Lock down blues
    Waiting for the day
    Vaccine down the way
    Can't wait
    Nature's greeting kiss.

    ©james_taumas

  • miss_lyra 14w

    Grey Day

    How can the world be filled with color if the light has fallen from everybody's eyes?
    We all hide behind masks, and opinions. The world see only in either black or white.
    Is that statement politically correct anymore?
    It's bad enough it's a grey winter, now we're being reminded we have gone a year in this new sort of Hell.
    The color drained from everyone's faces, going through the motions and being complacent.
    We're all lonely and depressed. Even our families have exceeded their welcome in our presence, their company not good enough for our primal social needs.
    I want to live again. I need to love life again.
    ©miss_lyra

  • kanikachugh 14w

    My heart in isolation

    A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.
    Like Bukowski said.
    "You get so alone at times that it just makes sense"
    At 3:45 am, I'm
    waiting for the morning to come
    waiting for the night to end
    waiting for my heart to mend.
    It all makes sense;
    the things I'm drawn to
    the people I wanna answer back to
    the searches on internet I wanna go through.

    I read about writers.
    I read what they went through.
    I read they all weren't accepted the way they were supposed to.
    Why does it feel familiar?
    From where did
    Plath, Woolf, Bronte, Bukowski
    find words to let them swallow whole
    or to swallow us whole?
    Where did they hide themselves?
    that they outshone everyone.

    These are the places I go to
    in isolation.
    These are the people I re-visit
    in isolation.
    My heart aches from the hurt
    and eagerly wants to find shelter from that pain.
    Words make sense sometimes,
    and sometimes they don't.
    My fingers itch to write more
    but can never catch up with my mind
    Or the heart
    Not sure where are these words or thoughts coming from?

    In isolation, I see my real self
    Unprepared, unveiled, angry
    because my own heart betrayed the rules and is aching more than it was supposed to.
    It exposes a layer of vulnerability
    to be cut through and dig out
    the trash to be thrown away.

    My heart wants to sing melodies of well-being
    My heart wants to dance on the tunes of contentment and bliss.
    My heart wants to drink and trip over to the seventh heaven.
    My heart isn't sure if it needs any 'him' or 'her' but
    It, so ,freakishly, wants to be mended.
    At times, my heart gets so tired of the hurt.
    That even the excruciating pain isn't able to make it suffer anymore.

    ~~ My heart in isolation


    ©kanikachugh

  • sevendrading 16w

    #9

    I see lines that divide my skin
    the dark from the less dark.
    Today was never today, no charcoal
    for the lips to touch, no earth to kiss
    no smoke to soak my bones
    no bed to rest my soul, just another flag
    and no pole to hoist my colours;
    they are proud but worn (wrinkled).
    It has rained gray since dawn
    the air is wet paper, torn
    jagged, with every car, man, dog,
    every step upon the blacktop.
    I am the sludge upon the side walk
    the crunch of dirt, gravel, leaf,
    under unforgiving heel,
    the grate of cranium against stone
    I am every moment you are alone
    in a room made of colour and loss.
    Today was never today
    it rained long, before I was born
    And long after, I am put to sleep
    like a broken horse.

    ©sevendrading

  • maitrayee11 16w

    Was passing

    Was passing by the way
    The emptied wallet in the pocket,
    The breeze getting cold and the brain getting old day by day....
    It was the drop of silence,
    And the isolation in the heart,
    Was it this my life? it asked,
    And the answer arrived...
    No to the defeated past ....
    ©Maitrayee11

  • greyroad 17w

    if all i know

    if all i know
    is the pain you've caused and the misery
    my depression instigates
    then i tell you now
    there's no reason for a soul like mine
    to be trapped within a world
    that will make me feel better with sweet memories
    when it's the bad memories
    that keep me up at night
    always reminding me that i'm alone.
    ©greyroad