This is probably going to get me into trouble but my mental health is so bad these days that I really don't give a flying fig.
One of the things I learned in therapy is that when things get bad, mental depression-wise, something that might help is listing the things for which one is grateful, i.e., literally counting one's blessings. And while I love my family deeply and am continually grateful for their presence in my life, right now I am simply not in a very good place and it has nothing whatsoever to do with them.
I am not especially grateful to be in America right now, or to be an American. That's mostly it right there.
I can't feel safe at the movies. Might get shot.
Can't go to a concert. Might get shot.
I can't feel safe at the grocery store. Might get shot.
Can't send the kids to school and feel good about it. They might get shot.
Can't go to a club or let my bi family members go to the LGBTQIA+ club. Might get shot.
I am sick of living in a place where guns have more rights than people. Where the right to own assault weapons supercedes the right to live without fear of being shot. Shot for who I love, how I live, how I voted, or just being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It sucks.
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