I woke up this morning and saw the news. Barely awake and suddenly weeping.
Grief was drawn from the well of me, pulled up from my girlhood, womanhood. An excavation from the deep of my experience, and yours.
I never, ever forget yours.
And then – this morning – I screamed. Mouth against pillow. Careful, even in my anger. Because that’s what we’ve been trained for, right. Self-silencing, lest we wake the sleeping.
I cannot take this anymore. I will not put my hand to my own mouth, or yours. I will be louder than I have ever been before.
And I will be quiet, when you need me.
When you need me. I am here.
I see you. And I believe you ♥
(I don’t know what else to do right now, but rage. And write)
“My rage could swallow whole continents. I suspect I am only one of millions of women worldwide who has finally unleashed her fury. We will never placate you again.”