5 weeks ago, I badly sprained both of my knees working out. So I had to stop. Not just going to the gym, but socialising, going to the office, and any activity that requires walking. Locked inside my flat, depression soon followed, and, shortly after that, the drinking started. However, it mutated, changed. I stopped drinking to manage the depression of confinement. It became an escape from itself. Which left me with one key question, "Why?"

I have gone the full gamut of genders, woman, man, and now something else. You notice that I didn't say 'non-binary', and that's because, as I have continued to explore myself and this new gender, I have become less and less comfortable with 'non-binary'. For a time, it felt right and accurate, I had been both binaries and now am not in that binary. Ergo; non-binary. Right? Well...

It seems in England, and largely the Western World, we have become isolated, starved of empathy and connection. No doubt this feeling is aided by the politicians and media outlets that focus and create cultural divides for their own careers or revenue. I cannot open the news without being bombarded with headlines, images, and messages shouting at how divided our world is, and how we should feel about it. The worst has been platformed; if someone hates you, you will always know about it. As a result, we have lost the social scripts and capabilities to connect and, most damagingly, empathy.