There was like one week when it seemed that there might be good news and good things happening… and now we’re back to the same old, same old, bad news everywhere, I may or may not have to move house in September, I may or may not have to get a new job in September, I may or may not wind up deported thanks to Brexit, but of course I don’t know one way or the other yet, so there’s nothing I can do, terrible things keep happening in the world with no end in sight…

I may take to my bed for the weekend. Feeling very fucked off with everything

I’m so sorry. I keep hoping that something will happen to make Brexit not happen. That’s incredibly stressful. 

Regarding Brexit, I’m torn between finding the whole ongoing horror show funny – it is going to be a catastrophe, and a richly deserved one – and worrying endlessly, because as someone who lives in the UK, I’d rather it didn’t fall off a cliff.

I have a bad habit of telling myself not to worry about things I have no control over… right up until the moment all the anxiety makes me dizzy.  And I’m luckier than many because…while the constant state of limbo is extremely wearing, I’m at least financially secure.  There have been times when I wasn’t, so I know how much worse it can be.