Man, I sure feel different than I did a year ago. So much has changed since stepping off the Appalachian Trail from our June 2020 section hike. Some things have gotten better. Some things have gotten worse.
The world itself seems to be moving differently. Unrecognizably.
The period of time where we were all told to sit still and wait seems to have erased the life we all knew before the lockdown. We have all been changed into something else. Something unrecognizable.
Most of us had personal hells brewing in those days. I feel you, this world change dropped right in the middle of my own personal hell as well.
I have to start moving differently. Not with the world, but farther from it, in search of familiar ground.
I need to continue making moves that improve my mental health. I need to pull myself out of this hole once and for all.
It is said that recovery isn’t found on straight lines. That is true. I have found recovery to be such a jagged route that I wonder if full recovery is even possible, or if some effects just linger on, never really leaving us completely. I’m secretly scared.