I'm Honestly Done Dealing With People Who Don't Know What They Are Capable Of At Their Very Worst. The

I'm honestly done dealing with people who don't know what they are capable of at their very worst. The people who don't know what they're like when they've been driven to the brink of their sanity and are desperate to do anything at all that would relieve it, anything at all to simply survive.

Desperation makes monsters out of people. It's not nice to aknowledge that, but it does. People who would be capable of so much good, who would breathe grace and virtue with every exhale if they were allowed space to breathe, will bite each others' throats and strangle each other for air when cramped tight enough together with none to go around.

People who have never been pushed to a breaking point will not wrap their head around this. I don't believe they're incapable, simply unwilling. It's easier to look down on struggling people making each others' lives worse and congratulate oneself on "never sinking that low", instead of feeling grateful they've personally never had to make the choice between being virtuous and being alive.