Suggestions for dealing with isolation — from someone who spent many years bedridden.

By Kate M. Nicholson

Painted image of a heart with colorful droplets emanating from it and the word heal written in large blue letters.
Renee Stout, “How We Heal” (2019). Courtesy of the artist.

On a crisp September day in 1994, while my friends headed out for a hike in the Shenandoah’s, I lay in my apartment in bed. Ordinarily, I would have joined them. But three weeks earlier, I had suddenly become unable to sit or stand, and severely limited in walking. Those three weeks would stretch to…