The truth about Covid gone wrong.

After a few days going through COVID-19 at home, I understood what is actually behind all the people that died from Covid: SOLITUDE.

I am 27 years young, the chances of young people overcoming Covid is higher than old people, but an optimistic mind and the support of our loved ones is as important as taking care of ourselves. I am grateful I was able to treat myself at home sorrounded by my family although I had to stay in my room to put them at risk of getting it, since my parents are in their 50s. But being alone in my room when I was at my worst was aweful, I would cry while I was vomiting because all I needed was my mom, or my dad or my brother hugging me or helping me go through it; love is always a way to channels our bad moments, and even though they were 6 feet apart at the door, I was still craving the warmth of someone next to me. The idea of not being able to have someone with you becomes an agony within your thoughts, because even those who have had it before that can "technically" be around you and won't get it again, you are still afraid of having them close, because we think we know how the virus works, but we don't, so that fear and the doubts of "when is it going to be over" is what gets of even sicker.

For a second just imagine someone at the hospital, absolutely alone and the only way of receiving love is through a phone call or face time, yes, technology helps but it's not the same. Bein alone, sorrounded by nurses that even though they care (enough to help) they won't risk themselves 100% to hold your hand or hug you when you are at your worst. A flu kills more people in a year that Covid does, but Covid is just more contagious and the uncertainty of not knowing when it will be over for each of us is what slowly kills people.

The moment it affects other organs, or attacks you through previous conditions becomes a deep agony and tricks your mind to the point where only self-love and a strong mindset can save you, or at least try to, but still (and I speak from experience) having someone next to you to hold your hand when pain takes over you is what keeps you going, what gives you hope and what saves many people.

In 2019 I caught pneumonia, I was 25 at that time, very young age to get pneunomia (doctor's words) and I got it for two reasons: I had a flu a week prior to it, and I also had a seizure in which I inhailed saliva and got me an infection, but the reason it went from zero to a 100 really quick was because the doctors kept telling me it was just a flu, until the third time I went to the ER with my lungs filled with liquid, they had to admit me and I was completely alone, my parents where back home in Venezuela, and the rest of my family was in Miami, my friends tried to be there as much as they could but live happens and it's hard to put it on stop to be there. I was in so much pain, I had to call a friend at 11 pm to come help me because the pain was more than I couldn't handle. As soon as she got there she held my hand and I started to breathe again, it was still hurting but I was able to control the pain with her help. After that my mom was able to fly to Los Angeles, where I live and because of her presence I started getting better. The doctors said I was supposed to be there for only 2 days, I ended up being at the hospital for 14 days, and if it wasn't because my mom was there with me, sleeping next to me and holding my hand when the pain would come back I wouldn't have made it.

Same happens with Covid, yes the virus is killing a lot of people, but so is solitude and hopeless days and night for the lack of company and love.