I'm watching effed up news from Karlyn Borysanco tonight. She's taking about people hurt by masks and other mandates mentally and emotionally and... I'm right there.

Last year was the worst. I barely got through it. I was starting to fail, starting to get so deep in my depression that I was starting to think about suicide again.

It's been a month... One month free finally helped lift most of the depression. We're still not back to normal so there is still stress, but there is a lot less of it out here on the east coast.

Masks aren't just a piece of cloth. They are a reminder to be afraid. Don't talk to your neighbors. Don't socialize. Every second of every day for two years.

Don't comply!
When I got fired, and then my boyfriend broke up with me... The thoughts got worse. I wanted to die. It was so bad.

It was only the thought of driving... Of making it to the east coast, and seeing my mother again that got me there. And then as I spent time around others maskless, and started feeling like I could live again... The depression lifted.