On the East Coast, we’ve now been living in phases of quarantine for half a year.
The finish line is still not in view.
Let’s take a moment to pause and think about the miracle of MAKING IT THROUGH SIX MONTHS.
Sure, it’s taken me two tele-therapy sessions a week, additional medication and YouTube energy cleansing content that sounds chimes through the apartment.
And yes, it’s been a cage match against a bitter foe–the sleepless night.
But we haven’t lost our minds.
Me and the lovely people I know who live with mood disorders meet every week virtually. No one is babbling incoherently. Everyone is showering. Our personalities remain recognizable.
There’s only one word that comes to mind in accounting for this victory.