"The only person who gets to decide if something was traumatic, is the person who experienced the event."

When I was around nine i had to decide what school i would wanna go after elementary school. At the same time, a virus broke out. I couldn't go to school, because my father was sick and if he would get the virus he would probably die. For two and a half years I didn't leave my house. I started writing when i was around five, but while the virus broke out, I wrote as much as possible, it was the only thing that kept me alive. It was like my own, personal oxyen. But next to writing there was another present thing in my life. My new lower school. I already new what school I wanted to go but I could only go there in the middle of the year, when the virus ended. I would say the time during the virus was the fourth chronicle. The weirdest one.