Throughout this quarantine, I've come to realize how much I rely on other people to make me happy. Being inside all day is making me feel like I am going INSANE. I wake up around noon and lay in bed wondering what I am going to do all day. Sometimes I will take my dog, Cooper, for a walk in the trail near my house, and sometimes I could stay under the covers until 7pm doing school work. The fact that I have no schedule to follow is extremely hard for me.
More than anything I miss my friends and boyfriend. Getting to joke around and hang out with people is when I am at my happiest, so having to do this over FaceTime or through video games is a struggle. My parents won't let me go out, although I understand it's for my health, it is exceptionally difficult to deal with.
Your blog about isolation got me thinking about the time I was in the navy, especially the time we were at sea for long stretches. Of course, at sea, you're really restricted. No going to the movies, or shopping, or walks in the part, or driving, or seeing loved ones. Sometimes a couple days would pass without even going onto one of the sponsons to get some fresh air. They guys used to joke that service on a ship was a little like prison: nothing but guys, uniforms, three meals a day, and no freedom to go anywhere. But at least we had a schedule. We all had to stand watch, or be somewhere during the day. There was accountability.