someone referred to the "year of unprocessed grief" and it really struck me because it's not like i'm unhappy to be getting to do things like go to the gym again but i feel fucking weird about it because there is this desperate attempt to refuse acknowledgment of how shit this past year was. get back to economic productivity, money producing organism. it's fucking dehumanizing is what it is

i lost so much in the past 16 months or so, family members died, relationships strained, losing touch with friends, career got derailed, my partner's career got derailed, there was so much confusion and pain and a bunch of people yammering about "getting back to normal" doesnt change that

i will never forget for as long as i live that every level of american society left us to fend for ourselves in the midst of a completely preventable and manageable crisis

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