It’s a very grating experience when one’s depressive thoughts are countered with cries of rage and anguish that are erupting all over the world.
To question whether it’s a life worth living when thousands are protesting daily that their lives matter.
To feel suffocated by your isolation when many have had their entire family eradicated in a ‘precision strike’.
To consider resuscitation a risk that comes with suicide, when millions lack access to basic healthcare.
To feel invisible, while the stateless and the undocumented struggle daily to assert their existence.
This is not about consoling yourself through reminders that you have it better than others. It’s about acknowledging that the sickness in your is bigger than yourself.