I’ll admit this whole thing has been insanely hard for me to deal with. I feel like I need to wear a suit of armor all the time so I don’t completely either lose it screaming and punching things or collapse into a weeping mess in a corner. It’s exhausting. I can’t help but wonder and worry about other survivors.

If you know a survivor, please check in with them a little more often, offer to take them out to dinner or something, because if they’re paying attention to this fucking shitshow, they may be struggling. It’s a normal response to this clusterfuck.