I’m just over here in Michigan trying to stay sane.
I’m lonely, bored, and depressed. Never a good combination.
All this isolation is taking it’s toll on me.
I an unable to wear a mask (PTSD) and it feels like no on in the world cares about the people like me. I sit at home every day, and wish more and more that I just won’t wake up the next day. How much longer? How many more dirty looks will I get? how many more people will call me names? And all because have a medical condition that isn’t my fault.
I go to one store. The store I previously worked at. Which I can’t work at anymore, because a plastic face shield isn’t enough for some people. It feels like our governor is encourage people to act like monsters to each other. I can’t wear the mask, so I wear a plastic face shield. It bothers me too, but not like the mask. I don’t have flashbacks and fainting spells with the face shield, most times.
Life isn’t worth living anymore. That’s all there is to it, really. I could write pages and pages about how I’m feeling, but those five words sum everything up for me.
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