Skulls and Angels

I agree, it's getting crazy. My own health is pretty much fine, thank goodness. I just wish that there was more I could do than pray for people. Just...I don't know, something more tangible? I'm trying to prepare myself for the worst while hoping for the best, but the truth is that it's hard to know what to do about anything. It scares me sometimes how self-destructive my thoughts are, but I'm pretty good at sitting on them without acting on them. If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't still be alive right now. I have faith that everything will work out for the best, regardless of what happens, but sometimes I can't help having human moments of "why the fuck"? I've had my fair share of experiences in life that let me know the people I've lost aren't really gone, but I'd still like to have them with me for as long as I can. I think in part because losing my father happened so quickly, I'm a little more prone to want to hold tight to the family that are still here. I do have coping mechanisms, but sometimes the screwed-up part of my brain is really loud. I'm doing my best though, to try and do what I know is healthy for me, instead of caving in under everything. Thank you again for the hugs and support. It really means a lot to me. *squishy hugs*