My therapist told me I needed to start journaling again, so here we go.

I wrote something today for the first time in over a month. My brain hasn’t been cooperating and I haven’t really cared enough to try harder. It is hard to get motivated to do anything when it is currently hotter than the surface of the sun outside, especially when the air conditioner can hardly keep up.

 

I started keeping up with current events again, although that might prove to have been a mistake. I think I would rather have the anxiety associated with knowing rather than the anxiety I get from not knowing. It doesn’t help that we are fast approaching Gilead levels of fuckery here and I fear that will get much worse before it gets any better.

This really isn’t making me feel any better. Meh.