A Foreign Place
I see a reflection out of the corner of my eye and think I recognize that person. I raise my hand to wave and her hand goes up too. I smile. She smiles. I turn. She turns. Realizing my mistake, I glance around sheepishly hoping no one has noticed. There's an invader in my body and I'm waving at myself.
Where did I go? Who is this replacement? She looks like me. But more tired. She sounds like me. But more confused. She laughs like me. But not nearly as often. She cries differently. It's a heavy, in her chest, in her body, in her soul cry.
She seems to have everything - a great house, a great second house, a loving partner, amazing friends, health insurance!, a therapist, a Kitchenaid! What the fuck more could she possibly want? Why is she so sad? Why is she so tired? Why is she so confused?
When will I get to reoccupy my body? When will the Long COVID body snatchers finally be gone?
Dear Amy,
It's a long journey but, for many I think, there are solutions.
I'm pretty sure that you read my posts. One recent one went into more details on the effect of the virus on mitochondria. This post includes the results of an AI search on the topic:
https://longcovidjourney2wellness.substack.com/p/mitochondrial-dysfunction-in-long
If you agree with the hypothesis that mitochondrial dysfunction plays a significant role in Long COVID, I wonder if you have a strategy to address mitochondrial vitality?
https://longcovidjourney2wellness.substack.com/p/long-covid-tlc-for-mitochondria