Wicked in Current Events

I’m out here looking into Wicca when I’m supposed to be starting my job hunt. It would appear that I will do anything but face the reality of my situation.

My friend texted me this morning. She works at a law firm in immigrations and she told me about this one case that was so brutal for her to get done. She was trying to get a family from Iraq into our country. They walked from Iraq to Turkey with 8 kids. They were captured and held captive by ISIS for a month. Their documents are the only possessions that they have. The parents are in my country now with half of their kids. The rest of their kids are stuck in Germany as refugees. My friend was working 14 hour days trying to get that family back together. The mother was so traumatized by her experience with ISIS that she is now left a mute. They’re still trying to get their kids sponsored to come to Canada so that the family can be reunited. My friend did not complain about putting in those hours because she got to go home to her family.

That family has absolutely nothing and is going through absolute hell and I’m out here traumatized because I got fired five months ago. God, I’m such a bitch. Like what am I even doing with my life? Things like this are happening to people and we’re all just talking about Kardashian’s and Jenner’s. Society sucks. My friend is doing something amazing for another family and I’m like… whining on Prosebox about nothing that actually matters.

I can’t turn my mind off. I think that my brain is trying to do cardio. It’s all over the place and going nowhere at the same time. It’s got me pacing around my room talking to myself. I’m talking in my sleep. I’m thinking about the state of the world and all of its issues instead of thinking about myself. It’s been going on like this for a week. It got even worse after all of the socializing this past weekend. If only I did pot, that would probably help. Maybe I should go back on my meds for anxiety? That literally made me feel stoned and is probably what I need. I’ll keep a journal close to me so that I can let my thoughts out. It’s all garbage anyway. I need to go for a run. I can’t stop my brain.