"Unbroken Threads: A Woman's Journey Through Hardship and Purpose"

The Pandemic

A week after we arrived home, COVID! I knew that there was a virus going around and that it was spreading. I had no idea to what extent. I went to the grocery store for the first time since we'd been home to find that most of the shelves were bare and people were fighting over toilet paper and bottled water.

By the time I made it home, it seemed as though things had made a turn for the worse. Kin looked pressed! His butt was glued to his seat, his eyes glued to the TV. After a moment or so, he greeted me with hugs and kisses. (That was new) I was really scared. Kin held on tighter and longer than ever before. Something was wrong. Right away Kin asks: Have you heard? Heard what I replied? Kin says, about the lockdown?

(Coronavirus disease COVID-19 is an infectious disease caused by the SARS-CoV-2 virus. Most people infected with the virus will experience mild to moderate respiratory illness and recover without requiring special treatment. However, some will become seriously ill and require medical attention. Older people and those with underlying medical conditions like cardiovascular disease, diabetes, chronic respiratory disease, or cancer are more likely to develop serious illnesses. Anyone can get sick with COVID-19 and become seriously ill or die at any age.)

Kin turned up the news as we took a seat on the sofa. Turns out that we'd made it out of New York just in time. I was so busy being busy that I was oblivious to the fact that people were getting sick and dying all around me. I had been one of the largest epicenters of the Covid-19 disease and didn't realize it. I immediately call Mommy to make sure that she knows the symptoms and acts accordingly. With all of this going on, a divorce was far from our minds.

By 6 am the next morning, I had at least 10 missed calls from Melinda and the event team. My show had been postponed indefinitely and the contract, if I agreed, would be voided. (Not the crazy contract that Hill wanted me to sign but the WSFAM contract about my event) I let out a sigh of relief. But, emotionally I still felt devastated.

I went through all of the stages of grief.

Stage 1: Denial. I was like nah dog, this thing is scary but, it's not like the world is gonna completely shut down or anything.

Stage 2: Anger. Why, why, why? Why would I be blessed with such an amazing opportunity just to have the rug pulled from underneath me? This freaking sucks!

Stage 3: Bargaining. Okay so...what can I do to fix this? Turns out the answer was nothing. There's nothing that I can do. It's a freaking pandemic.

Stage 4: Depression. I spent two weeks straight on the couch, crying and feeling sorry for myself. The cloud around me was dark, gloomy, and funky.

Last but not least...

Stage 5: Acceptance. I began counting my blessings. The world is locked down but my family is healthy and thriving in so many unexpected ways. God is good. Plus, I prayed for God to protect me from evil and anyone who had devious plans for me. (Blessings, They may not come the way you want but they'll be there right on time!)