I’m sad. I’m frustrated. I’m exhausted.
It shouldn’t surprise me, or anyone else who feels the same. The experts tirelessly warned us we’d get here: a dark and deadly winter that was preventable in many ways.
The latest round of hopelessness and anxiety I’m feeling as 2020 comes to a close starkly contrasts with what seems like a fairly benign list of “confessions” I penned in mid-September. Then, I lamented my reliance on retail therapy as a beacon of better days ahead, subsisting on takeout to support local restaurants, taking lots of naps, and finding emotional comfort and purpose by caring for my cat.
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