Updated: Jan 8
As I sit down to write this, I have just entered my 6th week of isolation. I have experienced ups and downs. I have struggled through deep bouts of depression (despite never having a history prior to Covid), and moments of pure elation. I have struggled with isolation while also cherishing it deeply. To say quarantine has been manic would be an understatement. I have had to navigate the frustration of bureaucracy and find comfort in mediation. I have found wisdom, motivation, and inspiration from leaders like Brené Brown who reminded us that we are collectively experiencing an FFT (F'ing First Times), during the corona virus pandemic. And I have regressed into a weeping ball buried under my covers. While we have been navigating our own private Idaho's we've also known this was never going to last forever. Now finally the light at the end of the tunnel is starting to appear as states begin to contemplate reopening. So now a new question is arising, how do we go back to normal after so much Trauma? And my answer: is we don't. Normal as we knew it is over, but this does not mean we are hopeless.