It’s the 30th of march 2020. After planting a new hedgerow in my garden I sit down in my lazy chair with a cup of coffee. I suddenly feel like I will never get up again. I am exhausted, I can hardly get the cup to my lips. I have no idea that, from this moment on, my life will change dramatically. Over the next few days I get sicker and sicker: it’s Covid-19. I don’t know how or where I got it. I get pretty sick, but luckily I do not end up in the hospital or worse.
Now, almost 20 months later, I am still a wreck. I am one of the ‘long haulers’ with PASC, also known as long-COVID. I am getting better, but it’s a slow process. I had most of the common symptoms, but the biggest and remaining issue is fatigue. I have so little energy that I am not able to do housework or walk the dog. Let alone work. I use a walker for short distances and a scooter to walk the dog. I am fortunate that I have friends and family helping me out.
To prevent myself from getting depressed I started journaling and making art again. I am a trained artist, but my teaching job was so demanding, that it left little time or energy for making art. But now it’s become more important then ever. Spending only 30 minutes in my studio changes my day for the better. I started out with small things, like decorating my journal with pictures from magazines and drawing on scraps of paper, so I would not put the bar too high. I made collages with teabags and made drawings on some of the smaller pieces. Yes! This was exactly wat the doctor ordered.
A few months on I am able to spend more time in my studio making collages and blind drawings. I’m thinking about painting again. Things are moving forward! That’s why I decided to share my joy with the world on this website and on Instagram. I’m hoping to expand my art making, while I am recovering from my illness. But I’m taking it slow: no pressure and one day at a time.