As we struggle to understand the enormity of 100,000 deaths of Covid in this country, please spare a thought for the number of deaths not yet counted.

When they will be, and it might never happen, they will horrify and overwhelm, rendering the actual Covid deaths numbers obsolete.


These will not be deaths resulting from virus itself, but from a clumsy, incompetent and criminal way the epidemic was dealt with.


But we have to keep count, as they were people who died as a result of 3(!) lockdowns and they have a right to be remembered, in the same way as people who died of the virus were.


They died at home, reluctant to go to the hospital for the fear of the virus, or maybe discouraged by their GP to do so. They missed their health checks and they had their operations postponed, accepting this as the “more important things were going on” and they died at home, some peacefully, some lacking basic end of life support.


They died at residential homes, not from Covid, but just from loneliness. We all know the text book example about Romanian orphans, who were dying just because no one looked at them, touched them or spoke to them. When you are forbidden to see your family and, often, you can’t even understand why, your immune system gives up as there is no more reason to stay alive.


They died as victims of domestic violence, when the whole families were shut in tiny flats and there was no escape, to work or to school.


They ended their own lives, because when you are alone in your flat, already struggling with depression, your only contact with friends coming through the dreaded Zoom, you do feel really alone. And if you don’t have any friends, without the boost of going to work and chatting to a colleague or sitting in a café reading a book, seeing other people going about their business, it was getting harder and harder to get out of bed in the morning and to find any reason to stay alive.


Some people will not be counted as dead, but they might as well be. Terrified by the media and ever changing don’t and dos of the government guidelines, they will never again come out of their flats and live their lives as they were, scared of viruses, other people, of the whole world outside.


So today, remembering 100,000 victims of Coronavirus, please spare a thought to the thousands of dead you might never have heard about. Maybe, one day, we will be able to remember them by their names.



Anna Storey

Psychotherapist in private practice