If the world was a hotel, I’d have checked out long ago.
When it’s mentally a challenge to find reasons to stay alive every day, you know you have a problem. That’s been my life for over four decades. I’ve tried to distract myself between attempts to check out, always focusing on helping other people less fortunate than myself – like this current attempt to raise money and awareness to help the plight of our great British pubs with my ridiculous Christmas song, “I Got P*$$ed with Santa Claus”. Sometimes it helps, often times it just creates more anguish and frustration. I don’t especially like Christmas, even though I love Christmas songs and sing them all year round, the closer it gets to Christmas, the more depressed I become.
I thought this year, having the song to focus on, would be different, but it isn’t. In fact, I feel more suicidal than ever before, not because of the season, but because I feel my life has already been taken away from me by the nonsensical actions of the government. The reason we are all suffering this year is not because of a new coronavirus strain like the Flu, we are all suffering, have lost our jobs, our livelihoods, our freedoms, our independence, our rights, is a direct result of what we have allowed a handful of politicians to do to us. It sickens me!
I used to look to our government as leadership. I thought what they said and did was true. This year has changed all of that. Now I question everything they say and do, because I know most of it is not true, not based on fact, not based on science, based merely upon whatever they can spin! It disgusts me. I came back to the UK hoping to find something better than I had been experiencing abroad, but was shocked to find we were worse!
Hence my TripAdvisor Rating for anybody thinking of coming to the planet Earth is zero. Don’t come here unless you are planning to attack and destroy us to make way for an intergalactic highway!