Over the last two years I’ve built a “social calendar” of weekly in-person or, more often (thanks COVID), virtual get-togethers. Mostly they are play (cards with my parents, movies or favorite tv shows with friends), but some of them are work (shared constructive time, support group, therapy).
These interactions are super important to my wellbeing. They
give me something to look forward to. They offer connection and distraction.
They keep me from feeling stagnant and help me feel grounded.
One week, not long ago, everything fell through. People had other one-off
events, health issues, visitors from out of town. And suddenly my world felt
very small.
People are necessary. It doesn’t have to be heavy, we just
need people to be people around. People to laugh with, to care for, to exist
with. It’s everything really, at least to me. Without people to be a person
with (as often as it suits you), what’s life about?
One week without my people—I went a little stir crazy, the
world got a little tight and claustrophobic. But they came back the next week, and
we were people together again.
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