This past year has been hard on mental health, among my friend-circle and, so it seems, North America and the rest of the world. Although the pandemic hasn’t carved a very deep notch locally, the restrictions we’ve been undergoing have made it difficult to deal with the losses from other diseases and accidents. Several people to whom I was quite attached, people with whom I expected to share more adventures, have been taken out of our world. We have been restrained from gathering to mourn and remember, so the grief remains strong, while the capacity to carry on and make new plans has become worn and threadbare.
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