I feel a little bit like the mini cactus pictured…prickly all over.

I don’t want to be. I don’t mean to be. But I can feel it. As each day stuck inside with my family passes, my hair stands on end a little more. I’m learning the hard way just how introverted I really am. I’ve always known it, but I’ve also had 7+ hours a day to myself for the past five years.

Those consistent hours alone are how I made it through school breaks and weekends. Knowing I could rely on some much needed solitude, be it due to the return of school in September or simply a Monday, helped me push through the prickly times.

Never have I felt as prickly as now. I’m trying so hard to hide it, to keep it at bay. It’s no one’s fault. And contrary to how this may sound, I do love my family.

Surely I can’t be the only introvert struggling…

Struggling to stay connected when my mind desperately wants to disconnect. Struggling to stay creative when my heart just isn’t in it. Struggling to document any of it because I’m just so sick of all of it.