IT feels like it’s been a long winter.

The other day a sodden-to-the-bone delivery lady referred to it as “relentless”.

Over the past few months we have been bombarded with Brexit, storms, flooding and Coronavirus. No small wonder we are seeing an increase in people presenting with low mood or anxiety in our therapy practice.

We have so much access to information and sophisticated technology that we are forewarned of impending disaster. Storms didn’t used to have names; it was “wild” or “blowing a gale.” Farming weather was the only alert relied upon in my household.

Arguably, informed predictions allow for a degree of preparation but also instil anxiety of events yet to happen.

Illness and mortality statistics have resulted in the most measured of people panic, bulk-buying based on fear of illness and isolation. In times of crisis communities tend to unite but in the case of potential infection the reverse applies.

In some quarters demonstrations of support, friendship and solidarity by hugging or shaking hands are now taboo.

I yearn for the days where at the conclusion of the news the words, “And finally…” were uttered.

This was the antidote to the ravages of the news, generally in a vegetable shaped like a deity, one of the seven wonders and questionably talented animals also featured heavily.

This feelgood segment served not only as a distraction but a reminder of the funny, cute and good in the world.

Feelings of fear and hopelessness are more contagious than Coronavirus.

I guess it’s about balancing self-care and caution with the knowledge all things pass.

If all else fails, an image of a fluffy kitten or a waffle vaguely resembling Machu Picchu can provide a moment of respite.