2020 has been a year full of surprises, some being more unpleasant than others. Many of us found ourselves feeling overwhelmed by the civil unrest in America coupled with the mother of all elections taking place at home.
I didn’t vote this year for obvious reasons and neither do I live in the USA, but the ramifications of both events have left me deeply troubled mentally. So much so, I question the necessity of bringing in a child into this world that is so unkind now more than ever. There is a hopeless feeling to 2020 that even my anti-depressants are having a hard time shaking.
On Monday, I woke up and started crying five minutes later. I didn’t have the best sleep and I was exhausted from the weekend after hosting a family friend. While I blamed my meltdown on a plethora of reasons, one common denominator was stress.
