I could talk about that one person who called fat shaming comedy and how, not only did that person fat shame but went and hid by blocking anyone from commenting on that video. Go ahead and make whatever video you want, you, but don’t expect there not to be consequences.
I could talk about the anxiety that has been making me cry at night because not only do I feel like I am swimming in a sea of despair and loneliness, I don’t even have my cat anymore for comfort.
I could talk about the drought that has been causing the never-ending fires.
I could talk about the fact that I am all over the place in my reading because of anxiety and panic-attacks.
But really, what would be the point? Nothing I write actually helps, does it? Even though they say writing it down is the first step of something or whatever. Blah blah blah.
Everywhere I turn, seems everything I read lately tells me a depressing story of a horrible world.