Letting the remnants of the pandemic year hurt

How I am learning to grieve the year of so many losses

Photo by Sarah Dorweiler on Unsplash

The tears don’t stop and sobs continue. On a perfectly ordinary today, I wake up to gloom, anticipatory stress and self-rejection. I type this knowing well that publicly sharing details about a bad mental health day, comes with its own set of worries and anxiety. I am longing to sink deep into…