If I see one more mom blogger say that this time has really allowed them to see how they should live i am gonna scream. I get looking on the bright side. I really do see the value of balancing our the negativity with positivity. But I LIKED my life before the damn pandemic.

This. This is bullshit. I LIKED and still like who I am. I don't think this fucking horrible pandemic is my opportunity for growth. I think it's fine to admit that it's a hard fucking time to be living. I don't need to come out of it better, because there was nothing wrong before

Why would a global health crisis where thousands and thousands of people are dying be the time to make us better artists, athletes, and people? How does that make sense? THIS is the time?