The purpose of this blog is to share stories: real, vulnerable stories that move hearts towards compassion and change. That purpose has not changed, even as I’ve taken a break from writing and blogging over the past few months. The truth is, I’ve had Covid-19 + a flurry of long-term symptoms that have kept me down until very recently. And I have to share my Covid-19 story.
One of the Black women + writers who will be sharing her story on the blog next week, Dr. Katherine Hayes, has stayed in touch with me during this time and has encouraged me to keep writing. We’re in a writing class together currently, and she reached out with the idea to interview me and share my story. It felt like the perfect way to resurrected this dusty corner of the internet a little bit, especially when it involves telling my Covid-19 story.
It’s just the beginning of telling this story, I’m sure, as are most stories only the beginnings or the fringes of a story at first. There are many details I’ve left out, such as my test result being lost or my doctor’s mistakes as symptoms lingered longer than for most people. Some of these details aren’t worth rehashing; some will come up again, I’m sure.
Whatever parts of this story stick out to you, I hope that they encourage you. Birthed out of a prayer–“God, make me grateful”–writing it was an act of gratitude for me. Even with so much loss in this season, gratitude can persist as a way to find joy.