…”feel like God is still with me”.
so #weoutside again.
the parties are lit and the brunches are plentiful.
i’m sure each one of us has been to a concert this year.
many of us waited patiently,
to get back out there once the pandemic was over.
there are many who haven’t returned to this new normal.
it brought us further into a peril where we suffer silently.
one thing we aren’t fontin’ enough about…
The Post-Pandemic Era
the post-pandemic era is the one where we have shut ourselves away.
we are on locke down due to our shaky mental and emotional health.
it seems like everything has been going wrong these last couple years.
so while our family,
and the fuckers we can’t stand are having these huge milestones,
it feels like we don’t have anything to show for ourselves.
no engagement rings.
no brand new babies.
no new homes or cars.
That is what it has been feeling like for me.
i lost joy in the things i enjoyed.
i lost joy in coming to The Foxhole tbh.
i felt like my real life was mirroring my font life.
people i thought cared about me don’t so why should i?
i’m always tired,
my smiles feel forced,
rock bottom started feeling comfortable,
and i’ve been feeling lost.
i’ve also had this hatred for what the forests have become.
it’s like i’ve been pretending tbh.
don’t even get me started on how mad i am at God.
i feel like he has led me on.
i have had a few people let me know they have been feeling like this too.
it has been one thing after the next.
It makes me wonder if this is why the suicide rate is high.
people are sick and tired due to the post-pandemic.
it doesn’t help society/the government/way of living has gone off the rails.
i had to wonder…