Iām quite depressed today because I want to vote. But Iām feeling much too sick and weak to stand in line, and the lines are long here this year.
I wonāt bring politics into this page. Iām simply discouraged about how often I kinda have to re-discover my lowwwww level of functioning.
The process of getting an absentee ballot involved about three steps that I just never managed to fully get to.
Now Iām left with the shame and embarrassment of not voting this year.
It just brings into stark awareness the fact that I AM sick every day. Every day. Every single day, to some degree or another. The absentee ballot was on a loooong to-do list that always grows faster than it shrinks.
Now Iām beating on myself: āI should have known Iād be sick on voting day!ā āI should have gotten that absentee ballot done! It was important to me!ā etc., etcā¦
Itās just another one of those days of this illness that feels lousy. Another day of self blame and anger and grief. I thought there might be others going through this.
Thanks,
Kateš·