2020 has started off horrible. Yes, I’m okay. My family is okay. My friends and job and city are okay. The world in which all of these things exist however, is not.
I cannot create when I am sad, depressed. I have not written since Monday. I don’t know if I’ll write next week.
For now I remain curled on my couch, doing the barest minimal I need to in order to function. Because my heart is breaking. Because my planet is dying. Because my government consists of murderers.