Oh dear. I can hit "edit" and fix the typos, or just leave 'em:

Many f of us our too young to remember....
It's a freewrite, and this is that rare time I stopped after five minutes and didn't even take time to proofread. Chaos, drama, trauma, nothing is changing for the better around here, though I meditate and pray and read books like Jay Shetty's 8 Rules of Love (ridiculous title/concept; rules!), which is based in the Vedas, and now reading a Buddhist book, and they all sound like the Gospels, more or less, with talk of stepping beyond our egos, with empathy and compassion and consideration for others.

Ohhhh the chaos, the crippling chaos and drama, of family.
Those hermits on the mountaintops, those nuns in convents and monks in monasteries, knew a thing or two we daughters/sisters/mothers did not.