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I'm genuinely so scared these days that I don't know how to function.
We joke about doom-scrolling, but my anxiety is one that invents new horrors if the actual horrors aren't known--and my OCD blames me for the actual horrors if I didn't try to stay up on them.
It's... really infuriating to me that my whole thought for the past 3 weeks has been how to spend money on people who need it, while the rich just want to acquire and hoard more.
I don't actually want to eat the rich, I just want to redistribute 99% of their wealth and they can live on the remainder and still be more comfortable than pretty much everyone else, you know?
Imagine having billions of dollars during all this and NOT pouring it out with both hands on the people who need it.
Poor people are working flat out to sew and donate masks while one-percenters are living on fancy boats as they cash out stocks for *more* money and, like, I just- I just can't understand how anyone could be so disconnected from humanity.
Anyway, a friend's kindness just jarred me out of my anxiety spiral so I think I can actually sleep, but I just- I love y'all.
Please please please stay safe. We're in this together. Be gentle to yourself.
Please please please stay safe. We're in this together. Be gentle to yourself.
Also, tomorrow: Please help me remember to call my senators and yell about the post office.
