Sometimes it’s hard to be a person.
It’s hard to be a person in the face of all the bad, inhumane, disgusting and horrible things that people do to each other around the world.
From people decapitating a little of kittens (leaving a grieving mother cat); Orlando losing 49 of it’s citizens; the Standford rapist getting away with it; our own Australian government keeping children and adults in terrible conditions leading to their abuse and often self harm; the refusal of the American gun lobby to admit it has no logic at all to keep supplying it’s citizens with guns that mass kill; a female British MP stabbed and shot and killed in her own constituency; I could go on, and on.
It’s hard to wade through the sludge of humanity sometimes.
I’ve been genuinely angry and sad about these events in the last week/s. Anyone with any sort of depression or anxiety illness is not going to be doing that well right now.
Personally, my life is pretty good – just the usual stresses, nothing exceptional.
But I feel overwhelmed and unable to escape the horribleness that the news feeds show me on an hourly basis.
Plus it’s winter. The weather has been quite rainy. Two of the last three weekends have been wet, forcing us indoors.
Pushing through with chocolate is good, but feeds into my other neuroses. Sometimes it feels like a giant circle.
However, I’m trying to look at the positive things. I have a beautiful lovely; all the kids are healthy; the house is safe and warm (and we bought rugs so that definitely helps!); our kittens are so cute and loving; I have a good job.
Wishing you all the happiness the Universe can bring