Untethered.
Shaky.
Confused.
LOST.
How I have felt often in the last 86 days.
86 days since I’ve touched a human other than the two I live with.
86 days since I’ve entered a building without some level of trepidation.
86 days since I’ve not woken up wondering when all this will be over.
Untethered.
Shaky.
Confused.
LOST.
How I have felt often in the last 86 days.
Last week, I especially felt LOST.
I didn’t have words to speak.
I didn’t have the strength to muster.
I didn’t have the answers I long for.
I finally shared, tears streaming down my face, with some friends that my usually hope-filled, positive, “look-on-the-bright-side” self felt LOST. Really LOST.
It was vulnerable.
It was scary.
It was hard.
BUT I’m so incredibly glad I did.
One of them spoke the most healing words of truth I’ve heard in the past 86 days.
86 days. 86 LONG days. 86 days of feeling LOST.
Here they are.
The Dolly Mama 