I don't need to tell you that things are stressful, all over the world, and no one is exempt. For quite a while, I could not connect to any kind of exit from it, other than keeping busy and watching streaming content. Then, my love of reading finally came back, like someone throwing you a life preserved and hauling you in the boat, after you've been alternating between treading water and dead man's float* for hours and hours in the cold water and you can't feel your legs anymore. That's my "something" the thing keeping me from tearing my hair out, and running naked, screaming, right down Main Street. What I'm saying here is that you've got to find your "something." Maybe it's taking the kids or the dogs to the park. Maybe it's listening to music, especially the music you loved way back when. Maybe it's creating something with fabric, paint, woodwork, clay, or writing. This world will try to consume us. That "something" you have is your shell of protection so the world doesn't eat you alive. *this is a real technique that can save your life. The Red Cross teaches it in a drownproofing course that I had to take to get certified in canoeing when I was twelve.