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.

I have lost so much family. They are still there, and I am still here, but we used to be so, so close, regardless of different beliefs.

I am not willing to accept this forever.

The pendulum always swings back the other way.

I know in my gut what is right, even if they do not agree with me.

Especially about abortion. Especially about the vax. Especially about Mr T. Especially about saving the children.

I do not even think they see any of it. It is in their faces and they ignore is and spout CNN word salad at me.

About sick of it, for reals. How tolerant can I stay with that garbage going on every day? As tolerant as it takes, as long as it is their opinion, and not what they are doing in real life.