"Quarantine is a state, a period or place of isolation in which people that have been exposed to infectious and contagious diseases are placed"
The first MCO started on the 18th of March, 2020 and now it has been 2 months since I've stepped out of my house. The COVID - 19 Quarantine is not happening only in Malaysia, the whole world is trying their best in breaking the chain of transmission.
Before the partial lock-down, me and my family had traveled back to Johor as my lovely grandmother had passed away. The news of my grandmother had passed away was really hard for me to accept and digest as she was the one who had taken care of me when I was a baby, when things were rough for my mother, when my mother was not as successful as she was today.
The first week of MCO, I had spent it in my deceased grandma's house, mourning and fully taking advantage of how people around me wouldn't question my choice of mood for the week. I survived a week without any internet excess and was nice to get a break from the digital world.
After a week off of internet, we packed our bags and traveled back home. For the next 4 weeks, my mother and sister had cooked breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner. My mother hates cooking but when we were stuck at home, there wasn't really a choice. I mopped, vacuumed, cleaned litter boxes, did the dishes, washed cages and did the laundry everyday.
My mother had initially wanted to get me into gardening at first. She had thought that gardening was going to help me in dealing with my mental health. Did it work? No, of course not. It was kind of her to try and help me with something that she does not believe. It was a good try, I'd give her points for that.
6th week of MCO was when I had a really bad mental breakdown in front of everyone in the front yard during breakfast. It took me 3 months free of meds and the Corona Virus for my mental state to come crashing down. This is not my parent's first rodeo so they knew what to do: to stay away and let me have my space. However, due to the fact that what had triggered it was 'something' that had feelings and was someone that my mother had always prioritized for the last 23 years of my life, she had to 'calm' me down.
In order to 'calm' me down, my mother had decided to tell me to pack my bags and she'll get a driver to come pick me up to send me to my fathers house. If it wasn't for MCO, I would be shipped back to my father's house in a small box with my belongings shoved in it too. I am not blaming my mother. It is not her fault. She was stuck and she had to pick a side.
The next few weeks, I still did my chores but was comfortable with the fact that no one was talking to me. I really did appreciated the space that everyone in the house had given me. No words were exchanged unless it was necessary and I was at a peace for the first time in a many weeks.
A week ago, me and my sister drove back to my father's house. Living with my father means that I would have to deal with my mind often giving me flashbacks of my childhood. However, it was nice to have a room to myself again, to not have people calling me names and some time off things from Klang.
Life in quarantine had not been fun for me but look at the bright side; there has not been a day that I starved.
Bonus: Here are some of my tiktok videos that I made to cope with my mental breakdown that happens once in a while. Enjoy!
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