One big effect quarantine has on me is making it harder to write. Inspiration and focus are a lot harder when you’re stuck in one apartment all day. So the hobby I rely on for learning and self-expression is also harder. Quarantine is turning me into a rock - stale, gray, and covered with an unknown but disturbingly high amount of bacteria.

So I twisted this struggle into a lesson. Quarantine gives me a harder time expressing myself, but also more awareness and acceptance of who I am in the first place. I’m stuck with myself, but I’m more comfortable with that person.

This all still hurts though, I can’t deny that. But this buys me time to figure something else out. You can learn all the lessons in the world, but sometimes you just need some grit.

You shouldn't need everyone to understand. It's more important to know yourself, know what you're capable of, where your limits lie, what you can do, to quit worrying and accept there's no one to prove anything to but yourself.