This isn’t normal.
I keep trying to find words for all that’s going on but I feel like my throat is blocked. I can’t form my despair into perfectly placed words that’ll travel to your heart and make you care as deeply as we do. I’m okay with it. I rather not have to normalize this type of grief nor having to turn this grief, the type only caused by watching the bodies of beheaded and mangled brown babies who were in their only ‘safe’ space being blown up and lit on fire, into words. The strength and capacity for it leaves me in awe of my peers, those I look up to, those protesting and speaking up, those sharing, those talking about it, those crying to themselves, those yelling at others, those who can feel and express and release this traumatic time into the news, pictures, videos, content, and blogs that ripple change because it breaks your heart open. The only way to have an open heart is to break it. For those whose hearts need more hammering, I don’t understand your capacity or justifications, nor do I want to. For those who feel broken inside, the openness of your heart is rippling, breaking ours so we can ripple out more openness. In hopes that the wave of care envelopes everyone enough to do more, say more, fight more.
While I struggle with anymore words, here are some from wonderful humans that resonated deeply with how my heart is sitting:
here’s a link I’ve been using to donate and help in the tiny ways I can. You can access it via same place you’re reading this at, so don’t look for another reason not to. Thank you.
PCRF - pcrf.net
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