I’m running out of words for this year and I never thought that would be possible. I never would have guessed this is where we would be. Here. Smack dab amongst the chaos and fighting.
Sis, I’m tired. I’m exhausted both mentally and physically. Some days it’s hard to hear myself think. It’s hard to drown out the noise when this world has become a shouting match. A volatile place of opinions and disagreements.
And in it, hidden behind the exhaustion and worry; behind the disheveled mess and tired eyes, there’s just me, a woman.
A mother.
A daughter.
A friend.
A co-worker.
Neighbor and advocate.
Trying to navigate these uncharted waters as best I can. Trying to piece together some semblance of “normal” for my family and my child.
And if I’m being honest, some days it’s hard. Some days I want to crawl back under the covers and fast forward to a new year. I miss connection and togetherness. Laughter and smiles on the faces of strangers.
I miss LOVE. Unity.
I know you are tired, I am too. But let’s not be too tired to show love. Kindness. Compassion.
