Up is motherfucking DOWN. I know that. Still, I have Hope. My Grandfather was wounded on Okinawa. A Marine.  Until his dying day. If I wake up breathing in the morning, I'm good to go if it all goes to shit. Trust the people around you. They are no different than you. Unless you live in a very few places in the US. Then, I'm sorry. You chose to live there. I wish you well...