I had a dream about someone who meant the world to me and I lost them, and now im sobbing at 7am. I remember running into him at the beginning of the year and almost breaking into tears like why did this human affect me so much
I have been purchasing from smaller black owned businesses, signing petitions, donating to fundraisers and letting my friends know I stand with them. It may not be the desired way, but none the less its something when limited. I stand with you and I hear you.
I just want to make the point that I have been supporting the black lives movement in my own way. Because of my mental health protesting out is not an option for me, and speaking out with fear of getting attacked is also anxiety enducing.