I feel heartbroken over a nightmare.
I dreamt that my mother and I got into a fight. One of my sisters had a newborn, who was sick or something. My mother was gonna douse him with bug spray, and I was trying to explain that lathering him in heavy metals and chemicals was harmful. It turned into me disowning myself, vandalizing her home by scribbling over my face on all the family photos. The dream was just sad. My mother and I are on good terms.
Of course, I don’t do the baseless germ theory. That’s all superstition. Terrain theory is based. It’s $cience vs science. Symptoms are the cure; we need to support them. Blah blah nobody cares. It’s hard to witness people self-harm. We are the most overfed but malnourished generation of all time. Children are the only victims. That vaccine schedule is the most sick and cruel thing. After that is trans kids. Kids can’t provide informed consent. How is that not a no-brainer?
Anyway, I took a few years off from caring and trying to reason with brain-damaged people. For my own mental hygiene.
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