Today is a scream day. Off and on for the last few months I've been pondering creating a small padded room in which I can go scream and cry and rant and get all these awful feelings out of me. Some days it may look like I'm reading or watching TV but inside my head I'm just screaming. I'm screaming for me, for my friends and family who are so vulnerable right now. I'm screaming for injustices too big to comprehend. I scream my rage at the evil running this country. Some days I just need to scream. But after the screaming everything is still there. I am still there. I am alive, for the moment, and every day I am trying to make what difference I can. It's such a tiny drop of water against a vast desert full of so much going wrong. But maybe, for a little while, it makes it easier for somebody to survive.
Keep fighting, folks. I'll be back to fight shortly. I just need to go scream for a little while.
