Pandora's Anxious Adventure

I mean this with my whole heart, y’all get the quarantine period to be sad and upset about the Democratic Presidential Race. You also have this time to start researching who’s gonna be on the ballots in your state in the next few months. From local to state to national. You get this time to research any upcoming bills and things. See what kinda job the public officials in your city and state have been doing. And search for reputable candidates you think can replace them. I REFUSE, REFUSE to deal with a blogger four years of folks trying to raise the price of my existence. I’m gonna take my time cause Florida got til August before the next batch of elections. Sometimes change takes time. I know it’s coming, but we gotta stop throwing pity parties for months on end when things don’t go our way. Please. I’m not a political activist, I’m not trying to work in politics either. I ain’t want that stress. I’m just a regular degular anxious ass human woman. I just want to know that fu

I been needing and feeling to do a lot things lately. But that pesky lil self-worth bit been sitting heavy beside my anxiety. Which if you’ve been watching the news or active on social media is on 10000x♾ I. Am. Overwhelmed. This year since the middle of March, if it ain’t been one thing, it’s the another. My ability to even fully get a grasp on what’s going on is just shattered at this point. I feel blocked off from my emotions and myself. All I am is like a tense string, on the last thread, waiting to be broken. And it feels like everything I do to pull myself away from the edge only works for short bursts. It is exhausting. My sleep all messed up, my spirit is heavy, my soul feels as if it’s falling into despair. It just feels like all my inner turmoil from the year before done spilt on over into the world. And while I understand for change to happen, you gotta hit the bottom, to restructure and redesign the system, I’m also tired. Even as I type this out, the words ac