I’ve been walking around with my heart on my sleeve for weeks now. I can’t speak about any of the unconstitutional actions in Minneapolis without the tears flowing. At the protest a reporter from a local newspaper asked for our names (mine and Susan’s) and asked why I was protesting. The tears once again found themselves on the surface and if found it difficult to speak coherently.
This morning, as I watched the inauguration of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris, I kept waiting for the anxiety of the last four years to dissipate. This anxiety was only amplified during the last year because of the pandemic and then multiplied on January 6. I wanted to feel relief, happiness and hope, and while I did, to a point, the anxiety and grief I’ve been carrying were all still very present, with a new sense of… unsettled weirdness.
But, that’s what the residual emotion of trauma feels like.
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I have three goals
•Go all the places.
•Meet all the people (and dogs.)
•Tell all the stories.
Want to hear all about it? Pull up a chair and stay awhile. I’ll make pancakes, we’ll laugh, we’ll cry and we’ll be friends. It’ll be the best ever.
Xoxo,
Amber