it’s a scary time to be living. so much guilt for continuing to live and survive and thrive when others don’t get the same chance and same opportunities. it fucking sucks. but I will keep telling myself that slow growth is still growth. I think.
at the start of this year, I had a fifth grader come up to me in tears and break down trying to explain to me that she’s been sad for so long and doesn’t know why. as we dug through possible explanations, she admitted a fear that I share with her -
is there a point? is it all worth it? (I should clarify I’m okay and talking through all of this too) - but if a fifth grader and I are sharing these thoughts then what does it say about the rest of the country? the generations ahead?