Here they come, the sweet babies of recent years. Here they come, those without the manners of their elders or affluent peers. Here they come, the future of nations breath, our greatest treasure, our hearts. Here they come, the fodder for the machine. Here they come. Here they come. Here they come. Why so glum? Why not be more chipper when the morning comes? Hey ho! Hey ho! Put on your work boots! Put on your gloves! In this great system, in our grand plan, why on Earth would you be so confused?
Sam rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh, "It wasn't until the gut symptoms began that I got the celiac diagnosis and actually got better. Celiac can start with neurological symptoms, you see. I can't believe it went on for so long. I can't believe even when I had seizures it wasn't screened for. I guess alls well that ends well, but wow. Wow."
Let's talk youth mental health and be bold about putting our kids first. Let's talk about quality years left to live rather than simply body counts. For we cannot in these pandemic years sacrifice the mental health of the young to save the old. We can, and should, shield others and do our best for them - but let the kids live, let them have the experiences evolution has built their brains to require for healthy development. Otherwise it is not only they who'll suffer, yet the generations that follow via intergenerational traumas and epigenetic changes. And yes, we know that children can be tragically affected, but those cases are the equivalent of lightning strikes and we cannot create public policy based on such low probabilities.
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