It will worsen, no doubt. There will be closures and restrictions, dire predictions. There will be confusion and panic. Truth will be elusive.
It's no less than what other eras have had to bear, but for us it will be novel (in more ways than one). Because we were raised with vaccines not quarantines.
I'm reminded of the ending of one of my favorite novels, Albert Camus' The Plague:
He knew what those jubilant crowds did not know but could have learned from books: that the plague bacillus never dies or disappears for good; that it can lie dormant for years and years in furniture and linen chests; that it bides its time in bedrooms, cellars, trunks and bookshelves; and that perhaps the day would come when, for the bane and the enlightening of men, it would rouse up its rats again and send them forth to die in a happy city.