Constant, Endless Rage
It’s a simple correlation. The worse things get, the worse I feel. I don’t want to rage and roar anymore. I don’t want to arm myself to the teeth. I simply want us to collectively enact solutions to shared problems and I grow angrier by the day as we backslide into homicidal patriarchy. If anyone knows where I can drink from a wellspring of compassion, let me know.
The Grief is Powerful and Exhausting
As much as I love my life and have plenty to live for, grief, rage, and soul-crushing exhaustion are always shimmering on the outskirts of my mind.