01/25/2022
Due to the nature of his work, my husband gets tested for multiple pathogens on a weekly basis. This last Saturday he was sent home first thing in the morning, after being told he tested positive for COVID but needed to get a more official test done to confirm. Although we are all vaccinated in our home, he stayed isolated until repeat results were received. Thankfully, two repeat PCRs ultimately came back negative late last night. However, I found myself surprised by some feelings that came up in the meantime. I felt deeply sad. Not just over the multitude of sad things going on around me. No, I found myself remembering the feelings I felt while we were separated. Not from a place of being triggered. In fact, I wasn’t even triggered or anxious about the time he was spending isolated in our room (with a tv and a phone and a computer to himself). I just felt sad and grief. Sat in the remembering in a way I haven’t before. Before getting his results back, we went for a distanced and masked walk last night. I let the tears fall as I told him how I’d been feeling. He listened, and validated, and wished he could give me a hug. The thing is, I felt gratitude that we could have that moment. He was here. Present. The tears fell from sadness and love and vulnerability. The gratitude didn’t take away the grief. These aren’t mutually exclusive feelings. Just like the recovery and connection we enjoy today doesn’t take from the pain we’ve experienced through our past. ❤️ Your feelings are valid too, and I hope you’ll allow yourself space to notice and sit with them. 💕 pc: me- please do not use without permission