[Jean]

Patricia
I clearly remember when I was at my lowest - it was when my Mother passed. I ran for my bed and just went under the covers. It was warm and safe, most of all quiet. I need the quiet and silent alone time. This lasted for a good span of time. Sometimes being a hermit is a real need. Then we rebound and slowly
rejoin the race when we are strong again.

Be patient with yourself....you have gone through much these past weeks. Your body needs to rest and rebound, along with your spirit.

Do things at home that you enjoy and don't pressure yourself. You are not a total hermit....as you have all of us here 24/7 at anytime to join you.

Hey, Patricia - hermits are nice too! My son had a bunch of hermit crabs when he was little. They would come out of their little shells and walk around when they felt
safe. He would take them out of their small cage and scatter them on the bed and wait for them to come out.
Many a morning my husband and I woke up with those friendly gritters walking around us.

So I say hermits are smart and know when to come out!
Hugs,
Jean