Yesterday, I went for a walk for the first time in 11 weeks. It felt strange to use my legs again, to exercise muscles that have started to shrink and wither away.
It felt wrong to walk in an open space, to be breathing the same air as people I don’t live with. I saw a stranger walking his dog.
I smiled and waved, stepping back cautiously. As the man walked past, I found myself inadvertently holding my breath. He was one of the first people (other than doctors and my household) who I’ve interacted within two months.Read more on themighty.com