It is Wednesday, April 8, 2020. I am working from home for the first time in my life and have been since March 18, which was 3 weeks ago today. It feels like 3 months. The days and weeks are long now. Time has slowed down. I have slowed down. Our country has slowed down. Like so many others, in addition to working from home, I am now also a stay at home mom to an almost 5 year old. My husband works for a restaurant and still goes to work every day. Nothing has changed for him. For me, EVERYTHING about my daily usual has changed. And I am anxious, and frazzled, and uncomfortable, and irritable, and emotional. I am grieving the loss of the routine in which I thrive. I miss my family and my friends. And I'm trying really, really, hard, but I'm struggling. I hate that I'm like this. I have SO much to be thankful for and yet my mental health is declining. As I've written before, I take prescription medication to combat depre...