Pink fondant fancy
Hitting a wall with it all now, really really want my old life back, it was nice and full of lovely organised fun. Sick of my children seeing me crying every day. I don't even know what I'm crying about....
It’s grief. Pure and simple. You’re grieving for the life you loved and have lost..just like you would for a person you loved.
Imagine for a moment..the cruel hand of fate snatched away someone you loved with all your heart ( it doesn’t have to be a real person) and then a couple of weeks later an imposter was put in their place. They looked like the loved one but didn’t act or react like you expected your loved one too.
You’d be going round in a state of distress, wondering what was wrong. Your reality was all skewed.
You’d be looking at the imposter and trying to figure out what had changed. Everyday you’d be trying to grapple with it, try to make it fit..but it would be like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.
Eventually, something would blow and you’d just end up angry, sad, tearful, lethargic,...you probably would end up blaming yourself for not being more..you can fit any word you chose into there.
We all feel this way, because it’s all out of our control. We feel powerless.
We are having things done to us that we don’t like.
That’s why we’ve had all the little acts of rebellion..because we are human and don’t like being treated as robots.
Icke is right..all the nice things in our life have been stripped away..all our contact with our fellow man, browsing the shops, going to the pub, meeting for sport, all the arts, singing, theatre, cinema
and at a time when respiratory illnesses are at their lowest..they are making masks mandatory..yet another way to dehumanise us.
We have to make sure they do not win.