Dear Mother Nature,
We have all been asked to write a letter to you so we can tell you how your illness is affecting us individually. Starting off with “this is the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write” would be horrifically untrue. This is one of the simplest tasks I have been faced with throughout my 44 years on this planet.
I’m going to be blunt in this letter and not mince words. This is an intervention. From those of us who generally feel at peace with you, we have come to you with these words of utter disgust and contempt. The state of your mental capacity is worrisome and borderline reckless. For the past few days, we have endured the wrath of your mood swings and succumbed to your whimsical attitude in regards to everyone around you. This is not the being we have known you to be and the change in your behavior is more than mildly disconcerting.
Too many times over the past two months we have shamelessly ignored the warning signs, hoping that the initial symptoms would not manifest themselves into a textbook case of narcissism. But our hopes have been crushed in the face of the evolving disease and you no longer seem to have any concern for those in the eye of your storms.
We are pleading with you to get well. We face each day with uncertainty and would like to see you return to your balanced and seasonally charming self. Although the outcome of an intervention is meant to severe ties if an agreement to treatment is not reached, we are not as fortunate to have that ball in our court. We would hope that you hear our pleas and end the 24 degree swings in temperatures during a 24-hour period.
The prescription awaits and only you have the power to take those happy pills and feel well again.
With very kind regards,