Dear APOCALYPSE #10

Dear Apocalypse,

You are small. You are mostly made of fear, and I’m used to fear. I’ve survived almost forty years of autistic isolation, depression, dissociation, and depersonalization.

Of the things there are to fear, you are so small.

Tell us to isolate, we will reach out over the internet. Set up home offices and workshops. We will be communities nevertheless. Tell us that getting food is perilous, we will plant gardens; breed chickens and rabbits.

Little Apocalypse, you can’t win.

Each thing you come at us with, humans have survived before. My immune system is useless, my mental health is always one bad day from suicidal ideation, my triglycerides are genetically predisposed to be too high, but even I will survive you.

(written March 17th 2020)