The more time goes by, the more I realise we’re not living in a normal country.

Look around you:

• Two people were shot dead.

• A woman was run over and killed by a drunk, unlicensed soldier, and the guy walks free.

• Another man beats a woman inside a car, and someone else gets seven separate bailouts for all kinds of charges.

• A man was crushed by a bus and died.

• And the daily dose of accidents we’ve become numb to.

Then, when someone dies by suicide, everyone suddenly acts shocked. But the most we manage is a post about "mental health awareness", a podcast or two, and once a year, we light up Mater Dei and Mount Carmel in green as if that fixes anything. Everyone becomes an expert on depression for a week, and then it’s back to silence, especially from the institutions, which wouldn’t dare upset anyone.

But this is the reality.
This is what life has become here.

It’s anger, it’s pressure, it’s helplessness from the top down. People are mentally and emotionally exhausted. The whole system is toxic, and it’s showing. Everywhere.

You open social media and it’s the same story: corruption, collapsing buildings, courtrooms that do nothing, young people dying, suicides, debt, traffic, relentless heat, no open space, no breathing room.

So what’s the grand solution? Legalise weed. Brilliant. Create a mess, then sell us the escape. Wrap it in a bow and call it economic growth, while our mental health continues to spiral.

No wonder more people need psychiatric help.
No wonder suicide is on the rise.
No wonder young couples barely want kids anymore.
No wonder more parents are dumping their babies into childcare just to cope.
No wonder more people are drowning themselves in drink, weed, and anything else they can find.

This isn’t living.
This isn’t sustainable.
This isn’t normal.

Because here, if you want to enjoy life, really enjoy it, you'd better have money. Enough to buy your way around the madness.

They were right, weren’t they?
Cash really is king.