I don’t know how I’m feeling right now. Or maybe I don’t know how to feel right now. Everything is great. Better even.
I’m safe, safer than the people out there. I shouldn’t be complaining about my problems, maybe because I don’t deserve it. People have it worse. They’re sick. Dead. Hungry. Alone. I’m not either of them.
But I don’t feel okay. It’s like I’m stuck.
But that’s the thing. I’m stuck while watching Netflix. I’m anxious but still surrounded by four walls guarding me.
I’m stuck while I have the privilege to not be.