I’m coming to the uncomfortable realization that I’m going to need a lot of therapy at the end of all this, and that’s without any of my loved ones being directly affected by the virus yet. I mean, I know everyone can benefit from therapy at any point but I am feeling myself slip into thought patterns I thought I got over around 19 (who knew not having control over groceries could trigger so many disordered eating thoughts?) Plus just being on the verge of giving birth in general — I had such an easy postpartum recovery the first time around, mostly because of my support system’s help. Now all my crazy pregnancy dreams are about being stuck in supermarkets and ERs with no sanitizer.