I spent two and a half months in isolation at home when Covid-19 first arrived in March. At first it was like a mini vacation. But then it turned into boredom that had no light at the end of the tunnel. How was I going to get through this? I read over 30 books, binged watched TV shows and movies; ventured outside for mail and backyard for a change in pace.
I thought this was going to be easier than it was. It was not. I surprised myself of how quickly I became tired of the entire situation. I felt depressed, anxious and so alone. I made a lot more calls to friends and family than I ever had just to remind me there is still a world out there.
I am back to work, but the experience has left me with a nagging urge to do more for those that are still coping with isolation. I stop by neighbors homes and leave on the door step a small gift, a card to say someone is thinking about them, bottle water, snacks (oh how I missed my snacks while in isolation) or just a smile when they come to the window.
I know there is more we can do. Start thinking about others in need and how you can help them.