Sometimes, I don’t want to go out. Scrap that. All the time, I don’t want to go out. I’d rather stay home. It’s quiet, I know the rhythm, and Ben is curled up nearby and makes everything feels safe.
After loss, even simple social things can feel heavy. I do not want anyone to detect the grief in me. I do not need them to worry. I wear a mask. It’s easier to stay home, make tea, keep to myself.
But I know something else, too: isolation feels safe… until it starts to shrink your world.
God made us for connection, even when it’s hard. We are made for community living. Even when we’re grieving. Even when we’d rather stay in bed.
So, what can I do?
I can start small. Reply to a message instead of ignoring it. In fact, I try like crazy to start conversations. Sometimes it works. Most of the time it does not. Say yes to meeting over coffee, even if it’s just for half an hour. Go to church, even when my heart’s not fully into it. Serve quietly. Stand at the back. Be present.
Not for show. Not to pretend I’m okay. But to remind myself – and others – that healing happens best when we don’t walk alone.
Connection doesn’t need to be loud. Sometimes it’s just showing up.
So today, if someone reaches out – I will reach back, gladly.
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