Lonely people don’t reach out. They don’t call the volunteer hotline. They don’t connect with Skype. If they were comfortable doing those things, they wouldn’t be lonely. What they do is get lonlier, and sink further into despair.
These folks are not embracing their lives, or enjoying their existance. They survive. For many, their weekly trip to the market is the only interaction they get, if they even get that. Those little interactions with a familiar face very well could be all that keeps them going. Now, those friendly smiles are hidden behind masks, voices muffled behind plexiglass dividers, latex gloves denying even the chance of human contact when goods are trannsferred.
Loneliness and isolation are by products of depression. Human beings thrive in groups. A few of us manage to exist quite nicely by themselves, but that is their choice, not the governments. Social distancing is not sustainable. Planning needs to be underway to get our society back together.
I’m fortunate, I’ve never seen a person die from complications from Covid19. I have, however seen far too many at the end of a rope, overdosed in their bed or in a crumbled heap at the foot of a tall building.
An overabundance of caution has saved lives. Perhaps it is time to scale back the overabundance, bring the caution down to an abundance and begin getting our lives back.