Crawling back – hanging on by fingernails…

It’s a strange time. I think that feeling is universal. But as spring progresses, it feels like I’m slowly but surely crawling out from whatever hole I’ve been in. I don’t think this hole is specific to COVID. But I started quarantine already sunken below sea level. Depression is an interesting companion.

I am a few days away from getting my second vaccination shot. Closest friends and family are now vaccinated and so we’re slowly reconnecting, lengthening the leash inch by inch. Laughter comes more easily. But every smile holds the threat of a catch. So I focus on grounding…and try to breathe.

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