Something has been eating at me. A churning in the pit of my stomach. It’s been there for a while now. Quiet at first. A rumble, perhaps. But with each day a little stronger. A tightening in my chest. A persistent nagging.
Someone is going to get hurt. Or worse.
So I may be decided, but I’m also open - to new people, new ideas. To important conversations. We can disagree. That’s ok. Your experience is not mine. We should all be heard.
Sometimes it feels so good to just scream into the void.
I am also none of these things. Just someone who supports another candidate.
The reason I chose my candidate is because he makes me feel hopeful. Yes, he speaks to my feelings of anger and frustration, but instead of stoking the embers, quenches them...