There is nothing I can write that will right this mess.

Nothing that will stop Labour fighting, nothing that will stop the Tories from continuing their toxic rule, nothing that will make Britain take back their choice, nothing I can do to stop any of this mess from happening.

Nothing I can write, do or say. I feel powerless. Utterly and completely powerless. All I can do is type weak words, backed up by idealistic views of which I can do nothing to enforce apart from continue to follow.

Brexit has not only divided the EU, it has divided Britain, communities, friendships. It has ruled my worries for the past few months and shall continue to for the forseeable future. I’m trying to be positive, I know things will eventually just work out, but at the moment, all I can do is mourn for what could have been.

I could rant and rave for 1000s of words about the campaign of fear that won, the pointlessness of Labour’s fighting, the genuinely terrifying bumbling persona of Boris Johnson, the amount of anger I can see from both sides everywhere I look, how utterly defeated I feel, and on and on and on.

But as I said last week, I don’t have it in me.

If you’re reading this from outside of Britain, send us lots of love and prayers. We need it now more than ever.