0000: Lessons from 2020
I just wanted to start off by saying: good job, everyone. It’s been a rough year. All of you deserve that pat on your shoulder for surviving this dreadful year.
Anyone could have died of anything in the years preceding 2020 but we were somehow locked in this dehumanising, traumatic impediment brought along by COVID-19.
I was hopeful at the turn of the decade. I had travel plans. I wanted to leave my job and dive into something completely foreign and revel in that hunger of chasing the new and unfamiliar. But I’m not one who finds opportunities in crises. When COVID-19 finally hit the shores of tiny Singapore, it didn’t just send waves of emotions within me; it sent a fucking tsunami over me, a tiny speck of dust in the universe.
I couldn’t accept how life spiralled into this deep, dark hole just soon after my perceived newfound freedom and life in 2019. The scariest part of the journey was to watch all of my defences, coping, and self-sabotaging behaviour get drawn out repeatedly and yet I could not help it. That’s when I learnt that nobody can really love you at your worst; myself included. Everybody gets tired of the soap opera, and then it creates another episode of WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT TIRED OF ME. Even laundry gets personal.
As healthcare workers, we did not get to enjoy the ~quarantine~ and ~work from home~ experience. Some normalcy to say the least. We ended up soothing our anxieties in other ways and through other people. We laughed. We engaged. We led. As if all of which becomes part of work as we returned home unmasked, shut-off, preferring to binge watch all of the K-dramas that we missed from when we were in a better space. What’s the use of ability to establish therapeutic relationships with your clients when you can hardly apply the same curiosity for the person you proclaim to love?
I went through rounds of self-judgment and self-blame because I could not stop this push-pull dynamic on my part. And I hated every second of it as various episodes added onto my resentment. Why do I seem like the only one who sees this pattern of behaviour? How can we work together without losing sight of what we wanted for us in the first place? I guess it’s good to become actively aware of how we are turning into textbook assholes, but what ultimately lies at the bottom of reenacting the past, recreating the hurt, is our desire to be accepted and held dearly.
And I wished that you could see the desire underneath all of that acting out. Although yes— time and again I was told to just express what I want instead of feebly hinting at mind-reading.
Fast forward to November where things started to look up. Perhaps physical pain makes room for action. We both like action over words. I found some emotional healing in the process of easing that physical pain, which made me wonder what had been missing in the past months. Perhaps something so painfully obvious, like forgetting to show each other the care and concern that every human being needs. Perhaps something more elusive, like inadvertently practising a consciousness of not dumping my emotions on someone else out of convenience.
“Maybe I should get more surgeries,” I thought.
As I am drafting this section in December, I’ve been home alone for the most part of the month. I’d thought, “This is it— my quarantine experience— but better, as there is no work to be done, nowhere to go except inward.” And I’ve realised that the discipline to sit down and do just that doesn’t come as easy as I’d planned. Most days I’d waste hours playing The Sims 4, trying to create an imaginary perfect life. I’d be distracted doing minimal chores. The reality that time continues to pass quickly anyway would lead me to lay in bed at night with immense guilt that also passes quickly as I scrolled through social media.
It’d be a cop-out to just stop short at the mere awareness of what’s happening in me. 2020 is done and dusted— take it as a break from the grand scheme of life.
For 2021, I hope to regain the clarity to discern action from the lack of it. And may you and I have the courage and strength to always choose action.