Forced isolation and dead peers, an inevitability if you have even two neurons to rub together.

For three months, “too soon” has been an undefined rallying platform calling for masks, distancing, isolation, and ultimately dehumanization.

Two peers in my circle of support killed themselves. At home. Distanced. Alone. As a direct consequence of “Stay Home Save Lives” jingoism, forced isolation exacerbated already existing bipolar depression, allowing for that final nudge ending in suicide.

Stay home. It’s too soon. Save lives. Just not bipolar-weakened lives.

Said plainly:

Fuck you and your murderous “too soon” bullshit.