I have talked to so many people lately who are emotionally exhausted by this pandemic. The days stretched into weeks, which have now stretched into months, and there doesn’t seem to be any end in sight. I know that not everyone has been quarantining as vigilantly as my family has, but for us this has felt like a loop that we just can’t break out from; like our own version of the movie Ground Hog Day.
With Covid-19 cases rising all across the country, and an election that has divided our nation like nothing since the civil war, we are all feeling a bit overwhelmed; trying to find calm in a sea of chaos.
One of the hardest parts of all of this has been the separation from my family. Unable to visit my daughter and grandchildren has been so hard. We do our best to stay connected, but
The biggest challenge for everyone has been the unknown. How long will this last? When will a vaccine actually be ready? Will the vaccine be safe? Even if it is safe, will enough people take the vaccine? Just typing these questions causes me anxiety, and I long to feel calm.
For me, a place of calm has always been my home. It is my refuge. Sitting in my living room, looking at my mother’s credenza or the pictures from my honeymoon hanging on the wall, this is my happy place and even though I have rarely left my home in eight months, it continues to make me feel safe and secure. Sitting in my back yard or snuggling on the couch with my husband scrolling through options on Netflix or Prime, my home has always been my shelter from a storm.
We all have somewhere or someone who we turn to when we are feeling out of control. Where do you go to feel safe and secure? Let me know in the comments.
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