My therapist once told me a story.
He used to travel around the country giving talks about the psychological causes of weight gain.
A woman asked him what the number one reason people put on weight is.
“Connection,” he said. “The lack of it.”
My therapist told me a lot of stories. Most of which I wouldn’t understand until many sessions and years later.
But this one always stuck with me. The memory triggered by a regular zoom meetup with my writing group the other day.
The leader of the group asked me how I was and being honest, told her it’d been a trying day.
Sometimes the quarantine gets to me.
She affirmed my struggles and responded with her own. How 2020 was a complete blur for her.
I went on about the beginnings of my own Covid experience. How I packed up and left NYC almost immediately when my Dad and sister drove through.
Those days and nights after in Boston and Upper New York where my Dad and sister fretted over whether we get Covid or be able to fly home at all while checking out law schools. (My sister wants to be a lawyer).
Another zoom rectangle popped in, the conversation shifted and I felt a sense of relief.
A few days had gone by since I spoke to anyone and no matter how much I accomplish, games played or books read the lack of human interaction gets to me.
I still remember the messages from my acting friends struggling after only a few weeks of this Covid horror. One smoked weed every few hours just to stay sane.
So tonight was another reminder to me why connection is important and should be cherished. Whether that be through family, friends, meetup groups etc.
Even if of a part of me would sometimes rather not make the effort at all.