I’m trying to get a realistic handle on things.
I worry, a lot, about most things. A lot of it is about the state of the planet, and feeling guilty that I brought my children into this world, when it’s all going to pot. Worrying about climate change, pollution, plastic, overconsumption, terrorism, wars, unemployment, homelessness...the list goes on.
I’m on a ton of medication for depression, and I’m able to do daily tasks, get kids organised etc. I do all the things I’m meant to do to be happy. See other people, exercise etc. I’m volunteering, doing a vocational course and looking for paid work.
But I can’t get rid of that awful feeling of dread. If I wasn’t on meds that knock me out at night I wouldn’t sleep at all, due to the thinking. Is it just me, or is this normal? Life wasn’t always like this- I wouldn’t have had children otherwise. Is this just how things are now, for everyone?