Pandemic Journal of a Marine Biologist Mama

I’m disciplined about journaling when the going gets tough. I suffer from seasonal depression, so every November I write a daily gratitude post, and when the pandemic began, I used this tool, too. Everything was so uncertain and fraught. My aging parents, my son living between two households, my multiple jobs (as a marine biologist in fisheries and selling organic produce at Saturday farmer’s market). Journaling is how I maintain integrity when things come so rapidly like they started doing in March 2020. I have experienced how trauma can result in fragmentation, know how detrimental it can be. Pandemic journaling was as essential as figuring out how to obtain food and toilet paper. This is a chronicle of the way the early pandemic unfolded for one middle aged marine biologist mama.

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