The Weighted Blanket Project

When quarantine started, it felt like my life had ended. I lost my job. I had to move back home. I didn't know where I was going to go from here. 

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I spent a lot of time in front of my tv, in bed, trying to escape reality. I found the days to be blending together and I wasn't eating or bathing often. 

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I'm not sure how I got here. I know other people have to be feeling the same, right?

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I'm moving forward as the world is doing the same but I can honestly say that was the darkest time of my life and all because of an illness that never even directly affected me or my family. 

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I've realized I cannot sit idle. I must have a job, something to keep me going. And isn't that the saddest part? I can't be left alone with my own thoughts.

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-Anonymous