Those of you with major depression understand that in bad episodes you flail about like a drowning person. Destroy friendships, drive people away, reach frantically for help. I'm old, my version of the disorder is bad, and I've done this repeatedly decade after decade. Never gets better. IATA.
I do not have that kind of time left in this life. (Not a hurricane victim, just living in poverty)
I have chronic depressive disorder. Sometimes I pull myself up, smile, attempt happy interactions. Confuses people. Not great at it.
I miss just getting out of the house and taking photos in the Sierras. This was maybe six years ago in Kim's Canyon.
A lot of things actually *do* have two sides, and often the loudest of both those sides are equally wrong.
I have pleasant personal history with Brazil and Brazilians and really should have learned Portuguese way back in 1989. But because I didn't, I'm begging for a translate function in Bsky lol.
Evacuating requires transportation. A car, or functioning, accessible pubic transportation to safe evacuation sites. The States lack that infrastructure in so many places. The poor, elderly, and disabled are at a keen disadvantage here.
When you live in isolation, a couple of days of online interaction with humans makes you happy. Followed by the utter silence of going back to normal. And then you realize this is normal. Uh oh.
Casually looking at (academic?) books published by Routledge and they all seem so fascinating. I'm curious how many things involving social living like marketing, design, politics, metaphor, psychology etc... are now obsolete if they were written pre-Covid. Am I wrong in thinking everything changed?