I have to be the Doctor

So Eid came and went this year. I failed miserably at staying off social media til Eid. I can’t get away. A lot has happened in the past week, hell even in the past month that I can’t even begin to articulate.

I started this post quite some time ago and ended up taking a break from writing. This proved to be an unwise idea. Like I said a lot has happened in the past few months. There have been so many issues in the public sphere which I can’t even begin to address. All I can say is that within the public sphere there is much fear of everyone by everyone. 1. Can’t we all just learn to get along? This is getting pretty old. 2. Like I said it’s getting old. This stuff that Trump is coming up with (I’m not gonna list it because it’s too long) is absurd. I understand that a lot of people have fears about what’s going on. At times I do too. However to be overly paranoid is also ridiculous. This sort of stuff has been going on for ages so why be afraid now? I’m proud of my heritage and who I am, even being  American and I have no intention of moving. That being said. I have other things to worry about than people like Trump.

I need to start writing my thesis, but unfortunately I haven’t been able to seeing as depression gets to me. It’s a miracle I even started writing on here anymore. Maybe this is a good start. Right now I feel like I’m just talking to myself. Why is it that people blame doing nothing all day on depression? For a person with it, it kind of makes sense that it’s physically difficult to do anything all day because of it, not that I have depression because I do nothing. I’m almost 29 years old and feel like I’ve done nothing of importance and yet I can sit here and rant about my thoughts. I wanted to be able to help people at this point. I wanted to be able to work in a disability organization. Earlier I got an email about getting an interview for traveling overseas with a disability. Nobody freaking knows how hard it is to do that. Maybe at the age of 29 I’ll get my shit together and not think about how hard things are and just do it. That’s kind of what I’m realizing at this point that no one will be around to help me I have to help myself. I have to be The Doctor. Yes, I said it. I made a Doctor Who reference in all my misery.

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