Solitude~ A True Short Story

I’ve been sick for weeks.

In reality, it’s been months. It was COVID last summer, surgery in October, pneumonia last month, and bronchitis this month.

It’s wearing me down, both physically and emotionally.

Depression has been knocking at my door but I haven’t answered.

I haven’t taken antidepressants for several months now. Nothing for anxiety either.

But my fingernails are bloody and battered.

I haven’t gained any weight or lost any either.

But I feel heavy.

The rain outside is unceasing.

There are many challenges, inside and out of my little family.

I want to share it all with you.

If I could, I would sit in your kitchen, warm and welcoming, sipping chamomile tea. We would laugh and cry at the absurdities of life and remember when we were young.

But the path doesn’t pass your house.

It goes instead into a quiet wood. Lush and green from the early spring’s rain.

There is something to learn here.