I feel that, during this holiday season, it is important to remind people of the true meaning of Christmas: ghosts terrorising wealthy people in the middle of the night until they agree to pay their employees a fair wage.
At times, watching myself lose my spark has been one of the hardest things Iβve ever experienced. It feels like Iβm gradually losing the part of me that made me feel alive, and I donβt know how to get it back. I miss the person I used to be. Now, I just feel empty; I'm a dull version of myself that I barely recognise. The worst part is knowing itβs happening and being too tired to stop it. It's like watching a light go out, and there's nothing you can do to bring it back.
