The world presents itself as an overwhelmingly grim place.
Animals endure unspeakable forms of abuse, and tragically, so do human beings.
In the midst of hunger, death, and immense suffering, there are instances where people engage in heated arguments about trivial matters like movies, expending energy that could be directed towards alleviating the dire situations faced by many. I mean, they're actually arguing about a black actress playing a mermaid, for goodness' sake!
Pain seems to permeate every corner, with its unrelenting presence.
Our planet is undergoing distressing turmoil, manifesting in escalating temperatures and rampant wildfires.
While I persistently strive to maintain a hopeful outlook and contribute positively, having made donations to various charities and working to raise awareness, I can't help but wonder why collective empathy and action often fall short of what's truly needed.
I find myself grappling with uncertainty and confusion.
I am fortunate to have access to therapy, and perhaps an SSRI might offer some solace. It appears that I may need to rely on medication to navigate this existence while safeguarding my mental well-being.