I Can’t Forget What Was Done to Us During the “Pandemic”

It’s been a while now, but I can’t stop thinking about what happened during the so-called pandemic. Every day, it creeps into my mind—how people were treated, the fear-mongering, the isolation, the coercion, the shaming. The mandates, the restrictions, the division it caused between friends, families, and communities—it’s like a scar that won’t heal.

I see people moving on, acting like it’s all in the past, but I can’t. I can’t forget the lives that were disrupted, the mental health crises, the small businesses destroyed, the elderly who died alone, the kids whose childhoods were stolen, the people pressured into decisions they didn’t want to make.

I replay it in my head—how people were forced to choose between their livelihoods and their autonomy, how dissent was silenced, and how so many just complied without questioning. And if you dared to ask questions or speak out? You were ostracized, called selfish or worse.

I know I can’t be the only one feeling this way. Does anyone else think about it as much as I do? How do you cope with these thoughts?

Let’s talk. I need to know I’m not alone in this.