Where do I even begin? Saying there's a lot going on in the world is an understatement.

What is happening? Who's killed who? Who's in the headlines? What is this politician saying now? What is this article my friend posted? That's what they believe? What are my thoughts about this? What is happening?

Every time I go on Facebook, there’s yet another tragic event and yet another aggressive opinion—on both sides. I wish it went back to being annoyed with how many people were getting engaged, married and having kids. I'd rather have that happiness on my feed, rather than the terrifying reality of the world we live in.

At least there's Pokémon Go providing some sort of distraction from destruction.

Now I have my opinions, but I am so overwhelmed it’s hard to concentrate on one topic long enough to truly dig deep and grasp the bigger picture. I don’t know what to think in the sense of wrapping my head around what is happening. It’s an overwhelming and overdosing trip of tragedy and destruction. I am shocked. I am speechless.

Honestly, do we even remember Orlando—Christina Grimmie being shot, the Pulse nightclub terrorist massacre, the two-year-old dead from an alligator? Did that even happen? Now before you jump on my back for seeming insensitive—which I am not—I am using those as examples to highlight that past events are being eclipsed by equally horrific ones, such as Baghdad, Alton Sterling and the death of Dallas police officers.

All events need to be remembered and mourned, but with so many happening, is it even possible?

Brexit? Brock Turner? Hillary Clinton? Donald Trump? Paris? Only but tiny, tiny blimps on the radar—and that’s being generous.

It’s sad how hard it is to keep track of everything happening, wrap our minds around it and somehow find the clarity to give our condolences, prayers and opinions (peacefully and inoffensively, which is rare these days).

It's embarrassing that our conflict is continued online with people who would rather argue than show support. It's sobering to realize our world is so broken. It's heartbreaking to know my children are going to have to repeat this in their history classes.

I really, honestly, don't know what to think anymore.