Apparently global pandemics turn me into a miserable, envious, pathetic excuse of a human being. I wish I could handle this with the grace that others seem to have right now. I'm feeling sui and like a huge millstone around my therapist's neck right now. People are dying and I should just shut up and do my isolation like everyone else is, but it's killing me. I didn't realize how important just going to work 5 days a week and, even though I'm pretty quiet, just listening to others around me talk and laugh was.