Hi friends,
I don’t know about you, but I have a lot of feelings tonight and I’m struggling to process or place them all. Mostly, I’m feeling frustrated that I’ve grown numb to the horrors I see on tv, perhaps as a way of emotional self-preservation or perhaps because it has become apparent that change isn’t coming anytime soon. My mind is calloused after watching the same reporters report the same stories on different dates and in different cities. Oh, I say, a slight pang hitting my chest each time a new headline breaks through. Just oh.
I’m trying to be gentle with myself as I would be with a friend expressing these feelings—witnessing reoccurring injustice, especially when it’s preventable, is enraging, and we can only hold this feeling for so long. The weight of collective grief can feel unbearable too, especially when compounded. This isn’t just a school shooting. It’s another one, preceded by another one, preceded by hundreds of others.
At this point in my life, I’m not sure w…
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