How can a person who lacks community maintain a sense of meaning (and hope) in such extreme, isolating circumstances?

Somehow, I am making it through this, and I think I know why I have been able to, thus far. But I don't know how to convey this to others.

I'll also say that this has been, and is, a test of my preparation for this task, which (during the years of my life I was preparing) I had no idea I was preparing. I was just living my life, going through things, following my interests wherever they led. It is only now, looking back, that I can see all of the different things I have done, gone through and studied (and learned) have made it possible for me to go through this covidiocy intact -- rather than disintegrate or give up.

And I mean that this is weird. Not in an insane way, but it becomes more clear over time -- and extremely hard to put into words. (Maybe this will get easier, in time.)

I could not have known or predicted the very abrupt change in my loved ones and community, that divided us almost overnight over petty disagreements -- where it became suddenly crystal clear how brainwashed they are. I kept doing sanity tests on myself because it appeared that I was the sole holdout thinking that masks were useless, that treatments were available, and that the vaccines were harmful. And later on, that I was being shunned for no good reason.

I made it through that, surrounded by the cult, resisting because my life depends upon it. Yet, my life as I once knew it has been destroyed. So there's then the question of meaning and hope -- I think I'm just determined to see this through, no matter what.