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You Are Not Alone

You Are Not Alone


If you still haven’t found your sea legs in this new reality
                                                                    You are not alone

If you check your privilege while wondering how
                                                                    You are not alone

If your empathy is worn down by 3pm each day
                                                                    You are not alone

If you’re terrified by normalizing this but desire stabilization
                                                                    You are not alone

If you haven’t figured out how to talk to your family about this new reality
                                                                    You are not alone

If you want to post something flippant to social media and feel guilty about it not being political enough
                                                                    You are not alone

If you can’t figure out how to talk about this morning’s tragedy and by the time you do everyone else is raging about the next thing
                                                                    You are not alone

If you are often paralyzed and enraged by your own paralysis
                                                                    You are not alone

If you wish you could go back to the good old days of 2015
                                                                    You are not alone

If you loathe being so lazy
                                                                    You are not alone

If you still have no idea how to be authentic and be part of the resistance
                                                                    You are not alone

If you are super resistant to having your emotions manipulated on an hourly basis
                                                                    You are not alone

If you self-medicate through TV shows with strong lead females
                                                                    You are not alone

If you hide inside books that have nothing to do with the present era
                                                                    You are not alone

If you truly question the possibility that this is the apocalypse
                                                                    You are not alone

If you long to escape and long to engage in the same moment
                                                                    You are not alone

If you wish you were as ignorant as your own housecat about the state of things
                                                                    You are not alone

If you fear saying these things will invoke the privilege police
                                                                    You are not alone

If you fear saying anything will trigger a Tweet storm
                                                                    You are not alone

If you fear Tweet storms will bring about the next world war
                                                                    You are not alone

If you fear big thumbs on small hands will literally Tweet away everything that is good about the world
                                                                    You are not alone

If your amygdala was hijacked along with your hope
                                                                    You are not alone

If you refuse to give up hope
                                                                    You are not alone

If deep down you hope it will all work out even when it seems nothing can
                                                                    You are not alone

If deep down you love stories that end with love destroying hate
                                                                    You are not alone

If deep down you refuse to be destroyed by hate
                                                                    You are not alone

If you wonder if there’s a place for you at all in this unwelcoming world
                                                                    You are not alone

If you wonder for a moment if you are the only one remember this irreversible truth:
                                                                    You Are Not Alone.


Comments

  1. Thank you. Lately I have been struggling to find hope and joy while raising two little ones who are so interested and excited about the world around them (and I don't think this negativity is just because I'm sleep deprived and harassed every waking second). It's hard to believe in the future. Thank you for this post. I love you and I miss you.

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  2. I love and miss you too! Your little ones are examples of the good things in this world that I hold particularly close to my soul right now (even from far away!) to keep hope alive and be reminded of joy in action. <3

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