By Paula Moore
This is a love letter to everyone who did not remodel the bathroom, learn a new language, or write a book during the pandemic. To everyone who wants to hold on to the lessons learned but is just trying to hold it together. To everyone who met the loneliness and loss sometimes with grace and sometimes by binge-watching Tiger King.
You are seen.
This is a letter to everyone who lost sleep or slept too much or struggled to get out of bed in the morning—who struggles to get out of bed in the morning. To everyone who stayed in their pajamas panic-bought toilet paper didn’t call their mother killed houseplants doomscrolled drank all the wine.
You are embraced.
This is for everyone who felt anxious, isolated, stressed, deflated, and then guilty because you knew others had it far worse. For everyone who wanted to be an ally do the work change the world fight the good fight shine a light make a difference, but couldn’t rally enough even to make dinner.
You are not judged.
If you are reading this, then you have made it through another day. If you have made it through another day, this is your love letter.
Paula Moore is a writer for a nonprofit organization in the United States.