Coping and Feeling, Feeling and Coping
It’s 3am and I can’t sleep. I alternate between scrolling through social media and playing Candy Crush. I feel like I should be more productive, like I should be working on my book. But this is a pandemic and I need to do what I need to do to cope. Only, I’m not coping. Having this time to myself tonight, even if brought about by a case of insomnia, has shown me I am constantly needing to be distracted from what is.
Writing is coping. Art is coping. Meditation is coping.