This article expresses a thought I've been having a lot since this all started: I miss my regular life. I miss it so much. I miss talking to random people on the street or clerks in a store. In normal times, even when I'm staying in, I enjoy friends posting pictures of their adventures out in the world with other people. All of that has stopped. Those connections aren't gone. They look very different now. But I miss the normal way they looked. It's grief. I'm mourning my normal life.
That Discomfort You're Feeling is Grief
That Discomfort You're Feeling is Grief
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