Some days are harder than others.
Some days everything makes you cry.
Some days it’s impossible to breathe.
Some days I can’t see the way out.
Some days I can barely keep the screams behind my teeth.
Some days I despair for us as a species.
But then I remember my Dad telling me that giving into despair is a cop out.
I remember that I have a responsibility to care for my head and heart and spirit because if I don’t stand up and shine a light in the dark, then I’ve betrayed every good thing in the world.
I remember that we are only as good as the good we do when it’s hard and terrifying, when all we want to do is curl up on the ground and vomit because the horror is beyond imagining.
I remember something I learned in the early days of the AIDS crisis…
SILENCE = DEATH