I woke up feeling like the world was ending and the first thing I did was check my bank account. Which is already a mistake but that’s the kind of thing you gotta do when you live in a country that would let you die if you skipped two paychecks. My back hurts, eggs cost more than gas, and the government just approved another billion dollar military contract while people are choosing between insulin or rent. This place is a fucking parody of itself.
And I’m supposed to just act normal.
Everything about this country makes me sick. The rent hikes. The healthcare system. The way you gotta fight a god damn army of debt collectors just for being poor. This country is a hell hole and Congress don’t give two solid fucks about any of it. Especially the republican ones. Republican fucknuts only care about banning books, protecting billionaires, and making sure women and trans people are miserable. Meanwhile, people are getting shot at schools, working themselves to death, and if you say maybe we deserve better, some bootlicker tells you to get a job or move to Cuba. Like that’s not the whole problem. These people genuinely think working three jobs and dying without retirement is patriotic.
The worst part is how fake it all feels. You gotta go to work and pretend your mental health ain’t falling apart. Pretend you’re not losing it when milk costs six bucks and your landlord just raised rent because they added a Ring doorbell. Like that’s worth three hundred more a month. You still gotta smile. Meal prep. Go to the gym. Post your little happy photo with your kid and act like you’re not staring down the barrel of financial ruin every single week. And people tell you to manifest better. To think positive. To be grateful. Grateful for what? That I didn’t die in a mass shooting today?
I saw a headline last week that said a city is banning sleeping in your car. Not parking overnight. Sleeping. As in you lost your home and this country’s solution is to make that illegal. I swear I’m losing my mind. Billionaires are flying to space for fun. Meanwhile veterans are sleeping on sidewalks. Kids don’t have lunch money. People are dying because they can’t afford chemo. And it’s not even shocking anymore. It’s background noise now. It’s normalized.
And it ain’t just me. I watch people around me break. Like actually break. They lose their job and suddenly they’re homeless within two months. They get sick and now they got fifty grand in hospital bills. I see single moms working night shift, still getting eviction notices. It’s not just me suffering. It’s all of us.
But I still get up. Still show up for my daughter. Still try. Not cause I believe this country’s gonna get better. It won’t. Not with the way it’s run. I get up because I want to make sure she survives it. That’s all I can do. The world is on fire and the people with the matches are still giving interviews on cable news.
Just keep going. That’s all I got. Just keep going and don’t let them break you.