With COVID people are social distancing and as someone that lives alone, that means I have no one in my 'germ bubble'. I have no pets, but my unicorn stuffy whom I cuddle to sleep every night.
I generally like to think on the bright side and perhaps physical touch will take on a new and more intentional meaning to people. That could be nice, but I can't help but feel a little bit terrified that no one will touch me for an undefined and potentially quite long period of time.
I could say, at least I have a roof over my head and I'm warm and fed. I am extremely grateful for these things and I thank the goddess every day. That does not remove the pain of the loss of physical touch from my life.
It's a searing pain I feel behind my eyes and in my throat and tight in my chest and jaw. The fear of a new kind of loneliness.
I know I will survive and potentially the outcome will be positive, but for now, I am in grief and fear.
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