Photo by Pixabay from Pexels If you’re reading this, I’m assuming you once weren’t coping well with the coronavirus epidemic. I get that. When COVID first started, I didn’t take it seriously. I was part of the problem. I thought because I was young and lived in an area not highly affected by the disease, that I could live normally. I went out with coworkers. I sat close to my friends. I ate out. I went shopping without a mask. Once I learned how I could contaminate someone high risk, that asthma made me high risk, that I knew people who had the disease or lost someone to it, and that pets could get it, I took COVID-19 seriously. Too seriously. With borderline personality disorder (BPD), I go from extremes to extremes. Think pendulum style mood swings. I was scared to leave my room without a mask. I didn’t want anyone to breathe by my dog. I worked from home and went a month at a time without leaving. I even kept dishes in my room that o...