Our national quarantine has run beyond the point of quantifiable time. We now measure it in food deliveries, rare excursions to CVS, and a series of FaceTimes that end with the relenting admission that no, you don’t actually have to go anywhere, but you’re exhausted from another day of doing nothing but reading the news and ruminating about death.

Needless to say, it’s easy to cross the precipice from stressed but sane to the cusp of losing it. I’ve been there, and more importantly, I’ve fielded input from friends and followers across the country who have been there. Here’s some advice for how to keep it together while you feel like you’re falling apart.