I'm so tired.
I'm grieving for these families who have lost their children.
I am terrified at sending my child out into the world, because there are men out there who are terrible. Men who see her as property, as less than. They exist, and I know that, because I've been seen that way. All women have. #YesAllWomen
I've been unfollowing a lot of people lately - people who believe in guns and violence and dismiss what women feel. I'm sure they don't give a shit - and I don't want them to. I don't care about them. I want to wrap myself up safely in my false sense of security because if I don't I'll start screaming and just won't stop. I sit and wonder how to fix any of this and all of this. I'm smart, I'm a hard worker, there has to be a way to fix this.
But there isn't.
At least that's what I think when I don't see any way out of this.
I keep hoping, though, that there is. I talk to my kid, my 17 year old girl, and she sees hope. She sees a cohort that dismisses the misogyny and anger. She sees people who value equality, who don't fear displacement or rejection.
I hope she's right. I really do. Because I can't anymore, with all of this. I really can't.
My thoughts go out to all these families that are grieving. I hope we can respect them and ourselves enough to make sure that something changes.