i have a LOT to be grateful for, which is funny, because i’m a bumbling depressed idiot who struggles to see that. it’s hard to say “my problems aren’t that real” when 2025 has been the worst year of my life thanks to a myriad of real problems, but truthfully, my problems aren’t that real. i’ve never had to worry that much about paying a bill. i’ve never had housing insecurity. i’ve never had to worry about access to food. i was born into extreme prejudiced privilege which i benefit from every single day. i sit on my queen bed which entire families sleep on. in my apartment which has two rooms and a living room despite the fact that i only exist in two small corners of it. built on stolen land. my pay which i need to live comes from a system which oppresses people who don’t look like me. i make more than teachers and nurses and farmers and those who work harder from me, which includes most people. i get to work from home, at my desk, typing into a computer. i can go anywhere i want thanks to my car which is killing future generations. i can eat delicious meals thanks to slaughterhouses, subjecting animals i will never see to a fate i spend every day panicking about. i sleep with a modern medical technology mask to treat a disease that my own mother died from untreated. i write shitty blog posts from my warm bed while bombs drop on innocent people. i am so grateful for everything that i have. i have the most amazing people in my life. i was incredibly lucky to win the birth lottery and have worked as hard as i have to get as far as i have. but it’s hard to remind myself of that gratefulness when evaluating the broader context. it can feel like i don’t deserve it. do i? what makes someone deserve it? i’m honestly not sure. gratitude 12.02.2025 viboof.com