I am always fuckingmiserable in the run up to Christmas.
this year it’s in a disillusioned with the world sort if way. I just don’t see the point, the world is shit and I can’t do anything about it. I just feel like nothing I ever do makes a difference so what’s the point.
the previous 5 christmases I’ve been severely depressed among other things. This is the first year I’m perky (courtesy of adhd meds) I feel very level and chilled, not anxious, don’t want to just crawl in bed and die.
I just feel there’s no point to me and life. It’s not that I want to die or anything, not even vaguely.
the genocide of the Palestinians is not helping. I just feel so desparetly sad for them, and I can’t fucking do anything, and no one that can actually do something seems to fucking care.
I was a child, then I was at uni (so totally in a bubble),I worked for 10 months then had multiple breakdowns. So I wasn’t really in the world and really saw much. And now I am pretty much coming out the other side and I’m not seeing the worth in that.
im looking at the bloody Christmas tree, and thinking fuck the fucking fucking festivities.