existential dread, meds, therapy, pandemic
Do most people enjoy being alive? Is it something that diminishes with adulting?
Even as a kid I remember thinking each day was a chore. I began to look forward to going to bed just to be unconscious and let time pass.
Not much has changed except having more responsibilities and bills. Therapy and meds have helped somewhat, but impacts of the pandemic have highlighted that same weary human unenamored with existing.
anxiety, helicopters, protests, privilege, war
The hovering helicopters are back (probably due to MLK Jr. marches). I remember how anxious they made me when they were around 24/7 due to the protests.
I recognize how privileged I am to only have had this experience for several months. I can't imagine what it is like for folks in a war/occupation.
mental health (social anxiety); caricature of whiteness
Just imagine the prospect of me having one tenth of the confidence and self-assurance of a Generalized White Cishet Male.
(she/her)
I dream of floating in the sea, snacking in the sunshine, and taking naps just about anywhere.