Vaccinations are recorded and tomorrow marks the last day of my personal nightmare with SARS-CoV-2. Has it come too late? The personal toll of isolation is great and I’m barely limping to the finish line. Am I ready to navigate ‘normal’ again? Have I retained enough social skills to resume life outside of these gray walls? Will freedom really look any different than lockdown?

My biggest fear whispers: will my loneliness only change shape? I still remain alone in a world that belongs  to couples and families. Re-entry may sting with the continued feeling of being forgotten, but now I’ll have no excuse of COVID-19 to claim. I’m terrified that thick scab may very likely rip open raw.

I truly want to shape re-entry as a fresh beginning, but I’m afraid I have nothing left to fight the giants. Perhaps, that’s the very place God plants me.