More than anything I hate having to pick up the pieces and move on with my life. When things like this happen there’s nothing I can truly do and by that I mean what works for *me*. Not marching. Not rallying. Not protesting.
To know what it’s like to carry it alone. To not have hope. To revert to rage and unreason. To be snapped back in time to when you weren’t safe in certain neighborhoods and that danger was justified. To live with the crystal clear fact it could easily, EASILY be you.
4 and a half hours sitting on a plane in a seat that doesn’t recline with two of the rudest flight attendants ever—this after the last time I flew @Delta they sent my bags on a separate flight without my prior knowledge and they arrived damaged. I’ll be calling @AmericanExpress.