You know, the pandemic affected me more than I care to admit. I’ve always been aware that I may have a problem mentally but I think the prolonged time spent indoors might have really set it off. I may be binge watching shows on my phone, doing usual chores, or answering work emails and inquiries but the feeling of dread and anxiousness never left my side and have steadily kept me company for the whole of 3 months. Now that I think about it though, it may have started 5 years ago when I was struggling to look for a stable job and the pressure of not being able to do so had finally opened my 25-year-old mind to the horrible reality of adulthood. Since then, I clamored for things to keep me from pondering over my failures and eventual lame death. I was only 25 and my biggest fear was dropping dead any moment, not given any chance to properly live the rest of my life before that. I also began to fear the future, of my aging parents and how I still heavily depend on them to survive. B