Hope[less]

Yesterday. This week. This month.

Everywhere I turn, there is more negativity and bad news.

I am not so sheltered that I am just learning about these things, but lately it has just been pervasive.

I find myself feeling hopeless, helpless,
incapable of doing anything to make a difference,
a change,
anything.

I want to hide under my covers and will it all away.

I am part of #metoo.

I fully support #timesup.

Now, #youknowme.

I have not had an abortion myself, but I’ve held hands, hugged tightly, listened,, supported, kept the secret, and so much more for friends who have had to make that choice.

But they were able to make that choice.

I am the mother to a daughter who is far too young to be concerned with these things, but is growing up far too quickly for me not to be terrified of the future she may be facing.

I find myself paralyzed by not knowing how to make things better.

I’m a fixer. It’s what I do.

Hell, let’s throw money at the situation –
it’s most likely how we got here in the first place.

He who has the gold makes the rules.

Then last night I listened to this:

Found Tonight

Have you ever felt like nobody was there?
Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?
Have you ever felt like you could disappear?
Like you could fall, and no one would hear?

Even when the dark comes crashing through
When you need a friend to carry you
When you’re broken on the ground
You will be found

None of us are alone.

(another musical reference for you there.)

But, seriously

That song was created due to a tragedy.

We’ve come together, we’ve survived this and more, we’ve started to think more.

We’re facing a threat to a Supreme Court decision, because certain people think they know what’s best for the rest.

But, do you know what? The decision they are fighting was made in 1973.

That’s right.

1973

It’s faced more challenges and oppositions than years I’ve been alive (I was born in 1982).

If you want more information, I suggest this podcast.

I’ve taken a moment. a breath. a step back.

We’re going to be okay.

You.

Me.

All of us.

No one’s getting left behind or forgotten. (Thank you, Stitch)

@4amshower comic

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