Throughout my life, I've had few issues being alone. I routinely sought out solitude. Covid has obviously made this the rule, not the exception. When does it all become too much? I may have reached my limit.
With that in mind, I did something that for some will be unthinkable. I took a trip. I left my home, got on an airplane and spent the weekend with my mother. I didn't completely understand it at the time, but it was just what I needed.
Sometime, hopefully in the not too distant future, this current pandemic will be in our rear view. A vaccine will be released. Some sort of herd immunity will be attained, and things will go back to normal. My fear is that the psychological scars from these months of isolation will be with us far longer.
I know I can't be the only one who feels this way. So what do we do? Be smart. Protect the truly vulnerable. Take stock, and responsibility of your health. Live your life. That's what I'm trying to do. That's what I have to do.
Take care of yourselves, and each other.
Chris