This week, I read this stirring piece—“One Day I Couldn’t See Right. My Life Hasn’t Been the Same Since”—by journalist Frank Bruni. I felt like I could have written it. Well, except for the fact that he’s a veteran writer, and I’m an amateur. The sentiments he expressed were deeply familiar, though. Writing about the impact of his sudden and permanent (albeit partial) loss of vision, Bruni says:
It’s hard that you’ve had covid again Lisa and I also know from experience how loud, scary, flashing, adrenaline pumping movies are a no go these days. I’m sending you lots of compassion also knowing how much work goes into settling back into a calmer state or equilibrium and getting back on the road to recovery. See them both as potholes in that road that have knocked you off course. I remind myself that when I hit a bumpy patch that this is quite normal too. Another gift from covid is leaning into self compassion!!
Sorry to hear you’ve had covid again Lisa. You can handle it. Take your time. Do what you can leave the rest❤️
It’s hard that you’ve had covid again Lisa and I also know from experience how loud, scary, flashing, adrenaline pumping movies are a no go these days. I’m sending you lots of compassion also knowing how much work goes into settling back into a calmer state or equilibrium and getting back on the road to recovery. See them both as potholes in that road that have knocked you off course. I remind myself that when I hit a bumpy patch that this is quite normal too. Another gift from covid is leaning into self compassion!!