Normal?

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…