Since COVID-19 has attacked our nation and the world, I awake to a dark cloud. My life is sunny and joyous. Birds sing and flowers bloom, but I can’t help but feel something weighing us down.
I’m not part of those who are vulnerable to the virus. My speaking engagements and book signings have all been canceled, but my husband’s job is secure for now. I miss church and find myself living like a hermit once again. The way I lived before Iva, my guide dog and best friend, came along.
I’m not a doctor or nurse fighting this invisible enemy on the front lines, watching people die alone. Taking their own lives because of the incredible weight of working on the battlefields in our hospitals.
I’m not separated from family due to isolation. We still have toilet paper and food. But still a dark cloud seems to loom over us. I find it difficult to focus on writing my next book. My energy level has tanked. Does anyone else feel this way?