Well... I'm back. Sort of. I don't really know.
I feel exhausted. Not the tired-from-work kind of exhausted. It's the tired-of-existing kind of exhausted. Recently there's been an awful incident where I'm from. A doctor was brutally assaulted and murdered while on duty, in the very hospital she worked in. The safety of women in my country is in jeopardy, and in the wake of such an incident, I find myself unable to write. It's things like these that makes one's pen stop. The words no longer flow as they used to. I no longer find any joy in wandering around the imaginary worlds in my head.
I've been doomscrolling, aimlessly going through one news article through another, eyes straining to see if the culprits got the punishment they deserve. There are protests going on everywhere, on social media and in real life, in hospitals and out on the streets. I too add my voice to the protests, one among the many. They won't stop until the victim gets justice.
While these thoughts are plaguing my mind, I'm back here again, among words and stories and characters that always provided me a place of comfort.
