Nothing is normal.
And when I escape and live life as normal as I can just for a few hours at a time by listening to a football game or tending to the garden or preparing food in the kitchen or relaxing with the doggos or enjoying a bonfire or scheduling social media posts for an event at work…
I end up feeling guilty and depressed and realize I’m only able to escape for a few hours because of a life of privilege.
So, so, so many don’t have this luxury. My heart breaks. My mind becomes numb for preservation.
I feel torn, powerless. Petty. Small. Selfish.
I can’t undo this endless loop…
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