DEPRESSION, MENTAL HEALTH, GRIEF, GIVING UP
Ever get that feeling of throwing in the towel? I’ve been around longer than I thought, seen more than I can put into words… unless it involves yelling into the abyss.
When I take a gander at who’s pulling the strings around here, it’s enough to make one lose hope. Anyone else in the same boat?
The Brits are knackered, that’s the real reason we don’t put up a fight. So many of us are plagued with chronic illnesses, it’s as if we’ve mentally accepted our impending doom.
The solution? I’m stumped, honestly. But I do know that following phony leaders, self-absorbed charlatans, and populist autocrats is usually a sign of being off one’s rocker.
I’ve had my bouts with mental issues, the usual suspects: depression, anxiety, and ignorance. Doesn’t really bother me anymore; the part of my brain that cared kicked the bucket a while back. My mental health isn’t on the upswing; I’ve just stopped caring about survival, plain and simple.
It’s a sorry state to be in, but what choice do I have in a country run by crooks on behalf of billionaires who still think most of us should be their minions?
The only thing I can daydream about these days is the afterlife. There’s precious little left for me here. A world beyond this one, a paradise, nirvana, you name it. Not sure what purpose I serve anymore.
But enough of the gloom, back to the daily grind. No point dwelling on it; the wealthy continue to call the shots as they always have, and it seems there’s nothing anyone can do about it… or is there?
I’ve reached the conclusion that I must become a formidable sorcerer. A wielder of immense power, capable of making the sky rain fire with a mere thought. The scourge of all wrongdoing, a voyager of all realms. Can I do it? It seems like the only way out.
Still, this world isn’t a place I feel at ease in anymore. I’m no survivor; I’m a relic, like a woolly mammoth or a sabre-toothed tiger with a chipped tooth. There’s no room for quirky old sages these days, after all, everyone’s entitled to their say, aren’t they?
So here we are, trapped in a world where billionaires call the shots, and dangerous imbeciles are promoted because their views matter to other bigots.
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