(IT) Giselle from Italy gives herself permission to feel

For some time I considered it exaggerated to talk about "surviving" the quarantine of isolation, especially from the point of view of those like me who live isolation in a fairly privileged way, since I work from home and I live with my family. My father works in an elderly home, but at least for the moment, he's fine. I have no specific needs or shortcomings, but I realized how wrong it was to compare the experience of others and assimilate it to mine, just because it is similar from a materialistic point of view. It took me 37 days, since the beginning of the quarantine, to allow myself to reflect on this situation for real. And it has been 37 days of fear, but which is not erased by the experience of gratitude. And I have learned that it is possible to be grateful for what you have, even when you are afraid. And I am afraid, every time my father goes out to go to work, every time I hear the car with the speakers telling us to stay at home, or when I turn on the TV, or when I think about my sister far away in the Netherlands and her loneliness. It is possible to be grateful even in the craziness that is happening, but you also have to give yourself permission to be afraid and accept the emotions that come and that are the result of what we are experiencing.