Quarantine 2.3. I’m Home!

Home. Ahhh. My beautiful clean home. My partner. My dog. My pool. My smoothie machine. And yet . . . I’m awkwardly still not totally here.

Now that I am NOT focused on saving lives or helping family sort a shocking Crisis . . . the grief is bubbling up. Ugly crying grief. Screaming angry, blaming grief. Today. I’m exhausted with carrying responsibility for irresponsible people 😠