Pandemic Fatigue Is Real

Pandemic Fatigue Is Real


It’s been over a year since this pandemic officially started. As I sit here this morning and write the same sentence over and over again, I’m unsure if it’s spelled correctly. Still groggy from the long night of sleep I had, but surprisingly not feeling very energised, I wonder if and when we’ll be able to get a sense of normality again. When we’ll be able to stroll around the city. To have dinner at a restaurant. To travel. Go to a party, go to a concert.

If, when the pandemic started, we were fairly optimistic and found positive reasons to remain inside our homes, now we’re consumed by our own negative thoughts. Unmotivated to pursue our hobbies, tired of doing yoga, cooking, cleaning or gardening. Feeling tired of this new, underwhelming, unexciting routine, without a break for fun.

I’m an introvert who has absolutely no problems with being alone and at home, but that isn’t keeping me from going a little nuts in these circumstances. It probably means I’m not that different from everyone.

I’ve baked all the cakes I wanted to bake. Shopped for everything I wanted to shop online. I’ve gotten so used to my bed, or my couch that I now want social distancing from it. It’s how bad my fatigue is at the moment.

I have no idea when I’ll get a vaccine, given that I’m not a priority age range and that vaccine production is incredibly delayed, so that is not even something that’s in my mind right now. I look forward to events, any events. I’m hoping to do something other than lay around, order food, watch movies and TV series. My legs need walking, my eyes need sights, my brain needs input.