I'm a freelance writer, and I have a confession to make - I haven't been writing in weeks.
I've been drowning in fear and confusion about what's going on in the world.
I'm losing traffic, momentum, my passion for writing, a sense of connection to reality and the people around me. With no end to this darkness in sight just yet, despair has gotten the better of me. I've isolated myself in my mind - as if social distancing isn't enough to bear.
That is until I saw how many more people are just as paralyzed by fear as me while facing this pandemic.
I wasn't alone in my fears.
People are losing jobs, clients, struggling to secure a stable income, fearing for themselves, their families, and friends, wondering when their next meal will be.
Then I saw many other people still striving amidst everything that's been taking place, especially our frontliners - who are sacrificing time and contact with their loved ones, sacrificing sleep, food, sanity to keep that fire of hope burning for us.
It made me see that it's possible to be hopeful and broken at the same time. Hope is possible even in the midst of chaos.
So don't give up. We're all suffering and rooting for each other in our own silent ways.
And this is my way of keeping the fire burning. Let these words be for you a gift and a reminder of love and support from a friend you don't know.
Even the darkest night gives way to the rising sun. This storm will pass. It will. It must.