Going somewhere and doing something alone is ok for some people, but not for all, or not for all the time, at least—one of the things I miss the most is doing things with my wife. Sometimes it was sharing something like a fall drive in the country, and at other times, it was emotional support during a doctor's visit.
In the past, I may have been a difficult companion or friend as I went undiagnosed with bipolar disorder. The mood swings and times of being too sensitive made me an unpredictable companion or friend. My meds have changed all that, but life as a solitary caregiver has prevented me from behaving better with others. I'm better, but I'm still unable to practice being my new self.
I still hold onto the hope that I will have another social opportunity again. Soon, I hope.
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