My latest essay is about trauma, grief, perimenopause, pandemic, and revolution.
Perfect weekend reading!
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Perfect weekend reading!
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A pandemic, like revolution, does not happen overnight. I have to remind myself that softness drives the revolution as much as rage.
I refuse to emerge as if unscathed. I insist that we all be scathed, that we refuse to be the people we were at the start of the pandemic.
I refuse to emerge as if unscathed. I insist that we all be scathed, that we refuse to be the people we were at the start of the pandemic.
And now in this year of pandemic and perimenopause, this grief anniversary is the hand brake to the car in my mind, screeching in its insistence that I remember to sit with the fear and chaos.
We cannot reverse. We will emerge, our hearts unhealed and scarred but awesome.
We cannot reverse. We will emerge, our hearts unhealed and scarred but awesome.
Last week, my mind felt like a car trying to drive with the hand brake on. And there was nothing to do but sit with it, screeching and all.
The way you fall apart as a feminist is to say FUCK YOU I SURVIVED, and release the hand brake, finally, and move into the fear and chaos.
The way you fall apart as a feminist is to say FUCK YOU I SURVIVED, and release the hand brake, finally, and move into the fear and chaos.
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