Eternal Dread and Thoughts in the Forest.

I don’t want to die in (or for) America.

I don’t want to go hungry, or be forced to get pregnant.

I’m older now, but I could still biologically be a Handmaid.

They took DC first. Gilead did.

Eerily familar. Zero good vibes.

Every day I feel a sense of urgency and it isn’t necessarily anxiety.

This is something else. Something more sinister.

My nervous system feels immune to that overwhelming sense of doom. It’s been crying wolf ever since I’ve had consciousness.

Now that America is quickly descending further into fascism, I’m concerned that I’m not concerned enough.

I feel apathetic most days, but also fucking terrified.

Can I trust my gut this time?

Being in America feels unsafe, dangerous.

but I’ve felt this way before over something as simple as going to the grocery store.