iAmSkwij #stillMasking🇨🇦

And I know it’s Covid and people won’t believe us bc the whole world told us not to. The government and public health and the disinformation all told them to believe Covid was mild. They told them “not everything is Covid.”

A 42 y/o mom of 2 who worked out regularly just survived a massive widow maker heart attack that left her barely alive. She collapsed on the bathroom floor after playing with her boys. Her husband did CPR for a full 10 minutes. Doctors had to put her on ECMO and a ventilator for 8 days. They called it unusual for someone her age and health. She herself said it is not something you would expect a healthy 42 y/o woman to have. Look around. Healthy moms in their 30s and 40s with kids are dropping from sudden heart events at rates that make zero sense if this virus is “over.” Covid is still here. It is still destroying hearts. Wake the hell up.

I am haunted by the unbothered denial that grows louder every year. It feels like more than stubbornness. It whispers of something deeper: a novel virus that slipped into the brain and altered the amygdala, stripping away our oldest alarm. Without that primal warning, entire populations dine in restaurants while others keep getting sick, develop Long Covid, or pass away unnoticed. Fevers and coughs in our own homes get dismissed as minor inconveniences, because the instinct to isolate the sick and shield others has been carved away. Scientists mapping airborne threats or immune damage receive polite nods, then business as usual. Data on scarred hearts, damaged brains, and humanity accumulating harm lands as distant lies rather than urgent commands. Excuses flow effortlessly. The retreat from invisible danger has been replaced by a flat present tense where nothing disrupts comfort or habit. In schools, workplaces, and public spaces the same cycles repeat. Kids with persistent symptoms are sent back into shared air, their fatigue renamed allergies or normal childhood. Parents push through while still contagious, calling it aging or stress, with coworkers unconcerned and no instinctive refusal. Families endure household waves that worsen each round, yet routines stay unchanged because the drive to separate sick from well has been silenced. Society votes for policies that ignore the accumulating cost and calls it progress, launching into risks that once would have once triggered bone deep dread. We have become a species that forgot it was prey. And when the last lights of life flicker, the faces in the dark will still wear the same serene, uncomprehending expression. The part of the mind that once screamed “RUN” was devoured by Covid.

This ongoing Covid nightmare is quietly dismantling the very tools meant to save us. Nobody wants to admit the virus keeps ripping through us year after year, so modern medicine gets thrown under the bus instead. Blame anything but the real culprit. That’s the motto. Now diagnostics are toxic, meds get yanked for “testing,” and helpful treatments become villains. We are letting one virus erase our medicine, one gaslit diagnosis at a time.