If anyone asks what 2018-22 were like, it felt as if you had a worn out civilisation in hospice care, but the palliative doses were never quite enough to tip it over the edge, so you waited and waited for the inevitable.
...for me, it has been akin to being back in high school everyday with very limited freedoms (only what you are allotted by those in charge), sick and bored with all the bs, to then come home, to a dysfunctional family that is constantly fighting - with no way out but to wait, until you are 18 and of legal age, at which point, you can then choose to leave and strike out on your own - sink or swim - it's the angst and waiting during high school that is highly reminiscent, of this time period, for me personally.
