Alright folks, all together now please recite the biggest understatement of the year: “2020 has been an absolute shit show.”
Everyone is feeling the struggle. Shit has been hard. Since FEBRUARY.
As I headed out of the mind-fuck that was April and into May, work from home was hitting a good rhythm, and I was dangerously close to relaxing into the “new normal.” Our COVID numbers were starting to decline, restrictions were easing up, and there was even talk of returning to work at the end of June. My therapist went on maternity leave at the end of May, and in our last session when she asked if I wanted to set up some sessions with someone else while she was away, I was all “naaah I feel good, I got this.” And we laughed uproariously and shared a Zoom high-5 and the screen froze and we rolled to credits and the next scene was 2021 and shit was all good.
Except that didn’t happen – June happened and shit wasn’t all good.
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