Mental Health Check...

7 Months... today marks 7 months since I have been in NYC, since I was at my old job. YUP! I was terminated as soon as I was placed on Long Term Disability and it was devastating. Why? Cause somewhere I dedicated myself to for eight years was like "see ya!", and the realization that my disabilities were bigger than the dreams I had for myself in my career, in that very moment.


So many changes in such a short period of time. I keep trying to adapt to being home ALL THE TIME, to learning new things about my body, my health, while in a Global Pandemic where everyone all of a sudden became an expert in well, everything! Then watched the prejudices of our country we ALL knew were bubbling under the surface implode in 8 minutes and 46 seconds. Continuing to "Say Her Name", to murder hornets (for a brief second), to 44 million Americans unemployed, and through all of this, and so much more that I didn't list, I have been living on Couch Island. My bubble in my home.


It has been extremely tough. I am missing out on so many things I WANT to do, but I have been advised by doctors it just isn't safe for me to do.