When it was kicking off with Iraq in the 90s I remember we used to listen to the radio during dinner, at 6pm the news would come on and when the news of Iraq came on I would either pretend to need the toilet or try to make noise in my head so I couldn’t listen to it. Any time I heard of conflict I would automatically think of war. And that was so scary as a child.
This has carried on even to this day. Conflict and war, even covid - all things which are the unknown, and out of our control. That’s the trigger, the unknown, the feeling of helplessness, being at the mercy of merely your own mind and what the media feeds you. It’s terrifying. And when you’re an anxious fuck it’s all consuming.
I flit between actively not looking at the news to becoming completely obsessed with it. Spiralling. Until I have to actively stop. And the cycle begins again.