(We fund violence faster than we fund survival.)
Write. Laugh. Hope.
You can buy an AR-15 in under an hour.
But try getting a therapist?
Good luck—
six-month waitlist, paperwork maze, $200 intake fee, and no one takes your insurance.
This country doesn’t ask if you’re safe.
It asks if you’re armed.
We normalize metal detectors in schools
before we normalize mental health support in communities.
We fund police tanks faster than we fund food banks.
We subsidize bullets before beds.
We protect the right to bear arms louder
than the right to bare your truth and still get help.
Got trauma?
Take a number.
Got rage?
Here’s your receipt.
You don’t need to prove sanity to buy a weapon.
But you’ll need to prove trauma six different ways
to get a single hour of therapy covered by Medicaid.
A nation drowning in grief
with a gun in one hand
and budget cuts in the other.
The headlines keep coming.
The bodies keep piling.
The politicians keep praying.
And the systems keep profiting.
Because the truth is:
Peace isn’t profitable.
But panic is.
And if you’ve ever felt scared, ignored, disposable—
you’re not crazy.
You’re observant.
The world’s not broken.
It was designed this way.
Write. Laugh. Hope.
Because what the hell else is there?
