Still here, still heartbroken

There’s not a lot to say in this endless isolation. I have an immunocompromised partner, so we’re on strict lockdown through this whole thing. While we wait it out, the situation outside seems to deteriorate more and more. I work my job, I excersise, I pay attention to my loved ones, I donate money to causes, I make calls, rinse repeat. It’s hard to keep up with people because even small talk is kind of impossible in the bottomless sea of sameness and despair at the world.

And it’s hard to feel bad about myself, because my situation is SO EASY compared to what everyone else is going through. I have a job, I’m not sequestered alone. I’m basically fine. All I can do is keep an eye out to help those that need help and try to do my part to fight back this tidal wave of racism, anger, callousness, and rage, and try to see to it that when we come out the other side of this, it will be into a realigned world.

If you’re still trailing along and reading this, thank you, and miss you. ❤