I have had to be isolated for almost six months because of corona, away from my children and grandchildren. I can only meet outside, behind masks, and at a safe distance.
It seems inhumane that I’m not allowed to touch anyone. I long for hugs more and more each day. When you can’t go anywhere, anxiety about a confined living space and lack of activity grows. All of a sudden, there are 29 hours in a day. At the same time, I understand isolation and do not understand it.
I wish this would end already.