Sisyphus gets forklift

During the pandemic, a B-leaguered journalist had to consult a therapist for peace of mind. Only A-League journalists wear nice suits and give a piece of their mind to everybody. But all media platforms should be thanked for emancipating mental health from the quarantine of stigma. Anxieties, panic, and fears need not be hidden any longer as though they are the cake-and-dresses logistics plan for a celebrity wedding. The corona calamity has made WHO upload resources for those dealing with uncertainty, stress, or social isolation.
But WHO can’t answer the ‘why’ in individual cases. Why did every slight, the most insignificant reversal, and the faintest unease form emotional sediments that built up a colossal boulder of distress for the journalist?