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Post-Lockdown mini traumas are real: Four steps I used to deal with recent mini traumas in my life
It was a cold, crisp day in Montreal. This was my first week out in the open, after two weeks of self-isolation. If I ever write an e-book on those memorable two weeks, it would be called: ‘A conversation with the walls. That was my first mini trauma. See that was my second quarantine in one year. The first one being in March in my home country, a total of nearly five weeks by yourself changes you. Full stop.
I was so excited to be breathing freedom again and started my way to the shops, to prepare for the great winter. I then recently also got a new phone number. I was five steps away from the shopping centre when my phone rang with an unknown number. I picked up thinking it might be one of the administrative departments that I recently dealt with. A stern voice ready to announce doom told me to press a number and I got connected to a woman. She informed me that my name has been compromised and I would be having serious legal troubles.
Now I know, people reading this in North America will be like, that is so common, we get calls like that all the time. But I did not know, I was new to the country and not well-settled yet. I never had that issue in Europe where I lived for a while. I thought it was my bad luck. See there is a certain innocence and…
