There was a time, not so long ago actually, where I was living in hell. The world was so dark. My mind was a scary place and I was riddled with fear. Every noise I heard made me jumpy, I didn’t want to be at home but I also didn’t want to be out on the road. I didn’t know where I felt safe because fear had taken total control.
We live in a wonderful but scary world and for that time I had forgotten about the wonderful and dwelled on the scary. There were stories and stories about murders, rape, fraud, burglaries, police brutality and it got to me. It turned me into a wreck actually.
One day I woke up and I just unfollowed/unliked all the crime watching pages, I refuse to watch the news and don’t even read the sign boards on the street poles. It has gotten better.
I know it is there, I know these things are happening but I choose to try and avoid them and I choose to block them out, some may think its crazy or even stupid because knowing these things could make me wiser to what the criminals are doing nowadays or how to budget better because petrol is going up again but I choose to rather be a little naïve than live my life in fear and depression.
So I avoid reality like the plague for my own health and sanity. Am I alone?