I am seeing this ongoing trend on social media of certain people who claim to be so awake criticizing those who ask questions. Trust the plan. Trust this person. Trust that person. Not one says trust thyself. Trusting thyself – you ask questions. duh
I see some saying if you are calm and at peace you trust the plan. If you don’t feel calm and centered, you don’t have that trust. What a hurtful, dismissive thing to say to another in need of some reassurance and answers.
And then – I see these same people say Trump can’t do everything for us – we have to DO ourselves. But of course – nothing is offered as to what we are “supposed” to be doing.
Do what? Physically get out there and remove the criminals ourselves?
Fight back? Oh wait – we have been doing that all year – these two adults in this house. AND WE ARE IN NEED OF BEING SPOON FED AND CARRIED at this point.
I’m just seeing some who either have more access than do normies like myself to the things playing out by their very association with those who are allegedly “in on things” and their arrogance is speaking loudly now. And I also see some without children (who have suffered because of this past year) say “trust the plan”. And I see some who live in a state without lockdowns and mask mandates saying the same.
They don’t have a f’ing CLUE what we are going through here.
So easy to trust the plan when you don’t have to deal with the stress we in this household are dealing with: A burned out child who has been denied the right to play and engage in activities all damn year and not one member of our families giving a crap about her mental health because of it, much less anyone here we know in this area (with the exception of one family with kids who has been thoughtful). Health issues that have worsened this past year due to the stress. Physical exhaustion. Social isolation. And having to muster up the energy to go out to get supplies hoping some karen or karl doesn’t verbally accost you for either not wearing a mask or not wearing one properly. (and not all stores offer pick up/delivery service and none of the delivery services accept our main payment source in which we pay for groceries)
IT ALL WEARS ON US. All f’ing year. We are two VERY TIRED emotionally and mentally drained parents in this house.
Move, we have been told. Move? Ok – we would LOVE to move to one of those more “free” states. We would need the money for a pod – money to hire people to move our stuff as we are older parents and no way my mate and I together could move all of our belongings ourselves and move out of state.
So – I have no answers. Just as I had to tell my girl tonight I had no answers for her as to when things would open up. When her activities would resume. When one of her alleged friends would reach out to her (poor kid has always done most of the reaching out). Fake reality. Fake families. Fake friends. Fake people.
DONE.
I am very thankful for the few who I have met through my work who do reach out and do show concern. I just need this in my physical space and face now. Long distance and/or virtual experiences aren’t enough.
Tonight, I went within and requested miracles. I called out to Grandpa Don. To Home. Heaven. Each of us have our own unique needs. In this “season of miracles”, it is g.d. time that some of those bubbles start beautifully bursting all over the place – for every one of us.
Love,
V.
