It's my mothers fault.

She started it.

She's my rock and when my rock starts to ramble and crumble, I dont know what to do.

She was my rock back in March 2020 when the Coronavirus and earthquake scares entered our part of the world and all the stores became empty of food and no one dared to go out in public like the bubonic plague (black death) was out there and going to infect their blood and their skin and tissue will turn black and die.

She was calm then.

But I suppose the many months of continued fears of natural earth calamties, manmade calamaties and hatred building up against each other this summer has caused her anxiety to show through eventually.

Her conspiracy theory

doomsday, christ coming, food, no future

dentist

WW2 book