Worst is a word, whose echo depends on the vastness of the cave
Two years ago the main struggle in mine and my twins lives was making sense of my partner’s / their father’s suicide and one of the twins’ fresh diagnosis of type 1 diabetes, a chronic condition.
We entered 2020 with the quiet hope of resilience.
A few days after the start of spring in the northern hemisphere, we are in an almost total lock down, initiated by the news from Italy. In few weeks we went from no schools of any grade running, to everything but services of public use shut down; younger of 18 years old and older of 65 years old forbidden to exit their homes; police officers going from door to door and checking if people, who have received an order for self-quarantine and isolation, comply with it.Continue reading “The discipline of hope”