I wonder if some of y'all are going through this as well. The stress and grief and rage about what we're going through as a country and a world has given me an undercurrent I don't recognize nor like. I'm easy to anger and to be insulted, I'm sick of being bugged by people and critters I LOVE being bugged by ordinarily. I don't feel generous or kind or optimistic that there are still things out there that can feed my soul or, worse, they're out there but the misery I see everywhere keeps me too hypervigilant to see them.

I do know I need to back off and feed my soul but man, right now it's like asking me to turn my back on an approaching hurricane, and let me tell you my people know better. Addiction to anxiety is still addiction. And it is wearing me tf out.

I hear a lot about people being stressed, but am I the only one who's just sick of the ringtailed bitch I'm in danger of becoming?

Well -- lol -- at least it feels good to say. Now what to DO!!