One thing I decided to do as a measure of self-care:
I've been drinking more and more since shelter in place started in Michigan. Wine, whiskey, beer, vodka, etc. My attitude became "aw, f-ck it, I don't care any more," and so decided to have a glass of something every night. But more and more, it became incredibly difficult to get out of bed in the morning. Hangovers are not fun at all. And Wednesday night, where it was abundantly clear I didn't look well to my classmates in a Zoom meeting, I logged off and started sobbing uncontrollably (kind of like Jessie in Saved By The Bell). I felt like a fraud, and a failure, and thought I couldn't do this any more.
Thursday, after waking up with a harsh hangover, I decided to go dry until Michigan's shelter in place was lifted and there was a sense of near normal (at least consistent work and worship at Grace Episcopal had resumed). I can't deal with bad hangovers right now. And I can't be an effective behavior technician, delivery driver, grad student, accidental trans rights activist, etc, if I'm hungover most of the time. I also know I don't drink nearly as much or as often when things are as they should be. I also know right now, I have a phone and I should use it instead of reaching for another glass of wine.