To those in isolation.

To those disconnected from extended family, friends, and coworkers.
To those living alone.
To those living in domestically unsafe circumstances. 

To those who had to return home from schools & colleges.
To those who have had to continue learning online, taking enrichment courses.
To those who are just children. To all the parents.

To those who are elderly. Living in chronic pain or with illnesses that require them to make appointments. Who fear getting themselves to the markets for food.
To those who are afraid.
To those who cannot come home.
To those with other autoimmune, respiratory, or otherwise compromised conditions. 

To those who are lonely. Who want to date and cannot physically do that right now.
To those whose proms and graduations are cancelled.
To those who have had to postpone weddings, honeymoons, baby showers, and funerals.
To those pregnant and unsure if they’ll be alone in the delivery room.

To those financially strapped. Who are still working. Who don’t have the chance to work.
To those whose student loans aren’t yet on hold.
To those who still have to pay rent, a mortgage, and childcare.
To those figuring out how to get food on the table.

To those without accessible transportation. There are still homeless. There always are, and they are often those who have never known what day it was. 

To those that must medically be supported and take themselves to the pharmacy.
To those grieving. Those in a space of loss never imagined, outside of what might also now be the deaths of those beloved to them.

To those in healthcare. On the front lines. Pharmacists. Doctors & PAs. Nurses. Respiratory therapists. Speech pathologists. OTs. PTs. EMTs.
To those in our military. The reserves called upon last-minute to up & leave what might feel like safety in your home.
To those in politics. Making difficult choices, sometimes without your own choice in the matter. Mayors. Elected officials. Superintendents. 

To those in media. Radio. Television. Scientists. Those who need to report the numbers, no matter how devastating.
To those in education. To the teachers, aides, daycare workers, administrators. Your presence isn’t more missed than right now.  
To those in mental health. Therapists. Social workers. Managing the increased psychological warfare as we collectively endure this trauma.

To those small-business owners. The self-employed. Those that had to layoff thousands of workers to attempt to stay afloat.
To those deemed “essential.” Grocery stores, gas stations, cleaning staff who protect us daily and receive such little praise.
To those deemed “non-essential.” Especially when many of us would say otherwise. 

To those making art. Keep doing so — please.
To those supporting movement. Keep doing so — please.
To those photographing. Writing. Documenting. Please continue.

To all those who are helpers. We need you.
To those immobilized by anxiety and panic and depression and your body’s natural way of responding to something unprecedented – that’s okay.

To all of you.

I see you.
I wish you safety.
I wish you well.

– Carly