I’m doing ok. At first, quarantine was easy for me. I would sleep, rearrange my room, maybe paint my nails. But then I started running out of things to do. The days started blending into compilations of me doing absolutely nothing. Which was fine with me for a while, until I started getting anxious that there was something I could be doing. I would put this imaginary pressure on myself that I needed to be productive with my time, and time spent lounging was valuable time wasted. I would kind of freak out for a little, wondering what I should be doing to make quarantine valuable. Thankfully, soon school started and it gave me something to do, which was a very welcome change. 

However, after some time I realized that in order to stay sane during this craziness, I need to focus on taking care of myself. It is okay for me to do nothing at certain times, as long as I got everything I needed to do. Putting the unnecessary pressure of making use of the time in quarantine to become fluent in some language or “create” (I swear if I hear one more celebrity tell me to create in quarantine) is just going to make me go crazy. So, I need to appreciate all the good parts. None of my family is ill, and luckily everyone in my immediate family has held on to their jobs, even if they have to do it from home. 

I need to realize that staying home for days is the best thing I can do for my country and my family. I can help a pandemic by literally doing nothing, which when I think about it is pretty sweet. So, whatever I do in quarantine is fine, as long as I stay in it. This is an insane time to be alive, and my heart breaks for anyone affected by this disease. 

And however I cope with this is up to me, not some random Instagram picture that told me to learn Spanish during a national pandemic.