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America Will Never Fight Against Gun Violence
We live by the gun and die by the gun
America loves holidays. Any excuse to escape the 9 to 5 grind, even for a day is cause for celebration. Memorial Day weekend kicks off the beginning of summer, and that translates to a fun and relaxing time with loved ones. The imagery of barbecuing outdoors and kicking back with iced beverages comes to mind.
This year feels soberingly daunting as I slowly emerge from my cracked shell after months of weathering health issues, while accommodating the consequences of forcing myself back to where I never wanted to be.
Life is hard and it has become a lot harder ever since a global pandemic became our brutal reality. Spending two years in the masterclass of social distancing has produced a level of paranoia that keeps escalating with each passing day.
Perhaps it was too soon to accept an ill-fitting corporate job that also subs as the breeding hub for a deadly virus that won’t stop mutating. Aside from the additional stressors stemming from a thyroid condition that’s finally stabilizing after months of ups and downs, there’s also the re-assimilation into society, as a working woman who barely recognizes her former city.
Everything is different and that’s both disconcerting and reassuring at the same time…
