Frantic daily scrolling during the last 2-3 years has taken its toll definitely. I probably have ADHD: I can hardly continue doing one activity without peeking into my phone or checking the news. I can't focus on writing essays or doing anything that requires thorough thinking for a long time, only when I have a tight deadline. This is actually rather pitiful. I need a big conscious effort to stop getting distracted, although I used to be super efficient once. When life looked so exciting. Bring me back to those times in 2019-2020, before the world was fucked up completely.

Do I need these news? No. I am safe, as safe as I can be. But I start every morning with it anyway. Even if the whole continent goes boom, then what can I do anyway? The only accomplishment will be "I was one of the first to know". Absurd. My husband doesn't understand why I keep reading the news, being on a different continent entirely and as far from the thick of things as possible.

My ex-boss keeps writing to me with offers to continue working together. I have plunged deeply into gaming, reading and doing absolutely nothing. So the idea of really working is… somehow strange and embarrassing at the same time. I haven't been doing anything really productive for months. And I realize that real work would probably be VERY good for my mental health. But I was so exhausted this spring that I can't help feeling abject fear when I open WhatsApp, because I expect thousands of chats with numerous problems to solve and new worries to haunt me at night. Am I really that sensitive that just three months in a position that I am not fit for has made me into a panick-stricken and unbalanced animal that shrinks back when it comes to work?

I feel so angry with everyone for some reason. Really mad. Everyone seems so stupid, so wrong, and I have had two exhausting arguments in one day. Given that I get too excited while arguing, these two were quite… stimulating, too. Infuriating, that is. Why do so many people have such an absurdly wrong and stupid opinion on vital topics?

I know I am wrong to be so angry. It is probably just a sign of how empty and frustrated I actually feel. Maybe I should just confess that I don't feel OK, and stop downplaying my own emotions? I know logically that my life has literally no problems now. But why do I feel so bad then?

Alright, let's break down what we have here:

1. I feel more detached from what I write if I write in English, not in my mothertongue. It kind of helps me see everything from the outside, like a stranger watching, not judging, but contemplating.

2. I feel like a useless piece of shit. To be more exact, I was feeling really down in the dumps, really frustrated and depressed, then I had a week away, which has recharged me a bit, but the fact remains true anyway. Just doesn't hurt as much now.

3. Conflicts with relatives are R E A L L LY infuriating. For many years these conversations keep happening, relentlessly, stubbornly, leaving nothing but smoldering anger behind. I wish people understood the fact that their children are not children anymore and have a legitimate right to live their life.

An interesting remark: I have lived abroad for 3 (three!) years, and the only thing of interest to my family is when I am going to have kids. Not what my life is like. Not what I feel and what I think about. Not what books I read or films that I recently watched. Only when I am going to have babies. Or, alternatively, there are arguments about my stupid generation.

4. I have fallen in love with the city I am living in. I didn't anticipate it because it actually gets lots of hate, and I can compare it with the cities I have recently visited. True, it is not the best. But this week's trip has opened my eyes somehow. The haze is gone, I actually missed the city. It is quaint, cozy and quiet. And beautiful, too. So maybe I was wrong all along, and I still have the chance to love this country and stop second-guessing my life choices.