Every morning when I wake up and remember what’s real there’s a fresh wave of hopelessness and grief that tries to overwhelm me. I feel like a parent who just lost their partner. Like I am in a big empty house filled with the ghosts of dreams and the memories of happy voices. I am just waiting for my children to wake up and miss their parent. I feel helpless and sad. But I have to remember to take care of myself, so I can take care of my kids. I have to show them how to be happy again even though everything seems broken. I don’t know how to fix this. All I can do is remind myself that I have a family and friends and a community and we can and will work together to make sure we make the world better than it is. It’s obvious right now we didn’t realize how broken things were, but we do now… and that broken world needs us more than ever. I’m here to cry with you, I’m here to be angry, I’m here to help you work on helping each other and those around us. We’ll get through this. I’m glad I’m working through it with you all.
