God. It has been a year. Or two. Or maybe even three. It feels as though I no longer have a grip on time. Perhaps it's because of the pandemic. Maybe it's because as you get older, time starts to move faster. But it could also be the crippling depression that makes a fog of the days, weeks, months and years. While the sunshine has slowly started to return to New York and peoples moods seem to be improving, I still can't help but feel the weight of the world on my shoulders as I go about my day-…

Sprinkled with scrumptious satire

We'll get through this together

Let us out

Humor helps.

Laugh through the pain

Misery loves company

Get the chuckles going

It's going to be okay

At least we're not alone?

Seize the week, y'all!

Pain

Womp womp.

Jokes > depression & anxiety

Sigh