“I’m history’s last fucking joke—burned out in a senior center doing Namaste Yoga while God shows up in a saltine cracker, calls me a coward, and offers me a cigarette. That’s it. That’s the punchline. So fuck your hope, and fuck your healing. I’m already holy. I’m already gone.” Mental IllnessDark HumorExistential CrisisTrauma RecoveryGallows HumorPoetic DespairReligious SatireApocalyptic ComedyDivine AbsurditySpiritual Disillusionment Book:Glad You're Not Me Source: Glad You're Not Me