Re-emerging from lockdown can feel fraught with danger, especially for people with a history of anxiety
I recently took my first flight since the pandemic began. As I arrived at the airport, I prepared for a scene of utter carnage: people everywhere, all of them insisting on breathing; virulent microbes reveling in a field of unsuspecting targets.
As someone with a history of anxiety, I took a deep breath – figuring it would be my last opportunity to do so before landing – and entered the fray.
For more than a year, we’ve been conditioned to see our fellow humans as disease vectors
It becomes a matter of either staying home for ever, or determining what level of risk we are each willing to tolerate