I& #39;ve more reason than most to want restrictions to end, but more than that I want this pandemic to end. And if that means wearing a mask for the next year, no pubs, house parties, or festivals, if it means extended cabin fever and DIY haircuts, so what? It& #39;s a small price.

My husband died unexpectedly during lockdown and I& #39;m living and grieving alone in the house where he died with none of my family or his here with me. My friends can& #39;t hug me. I couldn& #39;t go to his funeral and still haven& #39;t been to his grave. Then my Obaachan died in NC last week.

This would be unbearable in the best of times but it feels cruel and impossible now. And yet I& #39;m willing to continue to be vigilant, to be without the comfort of my friends and family in order to keep us all safe.

So if I see one more person roll their eyes at me or pass comment while I& #39;m wearing a mask, if I hear one more healthy person say, "it& #39;s only people with underlying conditions," if I hear one more person complain about being bored, I am going to go fucking off.

Let& #39;s not view this as individual sacrifice, let& #39;s think about it as collective action. Solidarity. Stop being so worried about THE RULEZ and start being worried about the common good.