My COVID-19 Journal – Day 88

Strawberry season has started! As we drove back from a drive last Sunday, I noticed that there was a yellow and green farmer’s produce stand open and stopped to buy strawberries. This weekend, I will make strawberry jam. I do this every June, but this year, when nothing has been normal, it is wonderful to…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 85

Today was a two-cup-of-tea day, meaning that I arrived home and needed not one but two cups of tea to be ready for an evening contemplating the remainder of the week. I started the day optimistic, putting on a piece of jewelry for the first time in 85 days. It was a simple pendant I…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 84

I don’t always receive a lot of comments about my blog, but I was surprised to have about a dozen youth get back to me in several ways to give their ideas about what they are going to do to get a “real summer holiday”. I received great suggestions from them and thought I would…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 82, 83

Today I was thinking about how important it is for our mental health in many parts of the Northern Hemisphere to have experienced that “summer holiday feeling”. I am thinking particularly of the youth I know who normally get a complete break in the summer from the demands and worries of school, even when they…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 81

Today I started rereading The Power of Resilience: Achieving Balance, Confidence, and Personal Strength in Your Life by Robert Brooks and Sam Goldstein. I am reading this to remind myself of the qualities resilient people possess. I want to develop ways to help my adolescent patients face a changed classroom when they return to school…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 80

“Dr. Beck, I know I used to hate coming to see you but now I’m really happy about it.” This statement was made by a fifteen year old who has always resented having a serious mental health problem. It’s a good thing I was wearing a mask or he would have noticed that my mouth…

May COVID-19 Journal – Day 79

Yesterday I thought about all the ways that my hospital workplace will change after this phase of COVID-19. As I was writing that essay late Tuesday afternoon, different images kept entering my mind: Images of community barbeques and Sunday School picnics with 3-legged races. Drinks with a friend at a crowded bar on a Friday…