Castaway

This whole year reminds me of the film where Tom Hanks survivrs an air crash and is washed up on a oceanic island many miles away from civilisation. He learns to survive on his own, to catch and find food, and to look after himself.
His companion is Wilson, a volleyball with a painted face. My Wilson is the internet. I talk to friends who may as well be painted faces on balls. They communicate but stay behind the screen hidden from reality. And no doubt I am also someone else's Wilson.

Castaway on my island, I go a little bit crazy just like Tom Hanks. There are good days and bad days, there are challenges and problems that need solving, and mostly there is no one to help or support. Just like Tom I found a discipline to carry me from day to day, and to keep me healthy whilst I await the end of the story, the return to normality.
The story doesn't end when Tom is rescued. His wife has remarried and raised a family, He has no home. But he has a package to deliver, so he does just that.
My story will end in a similar way. There's a new version of my life waiting for the credits to roll.