Sad, furious, and resilient

Listening to our government officials actively gaslight us after murdering a queer mom in broad daylight with 3 different camera angles to prove it is soooooooooooo infuriating on top of all of the sheer mental exhaustion of watching people online validate it.

When I made a post during the holidays about finally accepting happiness, it’s because I’ve been mentally treading water over the horrors I continue to see each time I open my phone since he was elected president.

For context, when I say treading water. The day after the election, when I felt existential dread, I still showed up for my 67th training session with my usually chipper trainer. He looked like someone died, and said everyone had cancelled that day except for me.

My summarized response to him was, I am sad, I am hungover, but I went through 2016 and the years after, and my body, my being, was put through enough trials. I’m here today to fortify my body for my future, so my mind can be tough enough to endure what we’re going to see next, and so I can bend down without wondering if I can actually get back up if I sit down as I age. (see my mom)

Last night was probably our 215th session. I would have cancelled, but I needed some routine. (think “Myanmar Military Coup” workout video).

I switched us away from my usual heavy metal music to my secret love, almost anything by MJB, but specifically, Mary J. Blige’s Growing Pains because I needed it.

I have no answers for what we do next, but I know that what is happening is wrong in so many ways. I, one of limited faith, pray that those who are championing this evil and enabling it will be held accountable and prosecuted.

Say her name Renee Nicole Good

And vote this evil out.

https://www.doomsdayscenario.co/p/the-physical-weight-of-trumpism

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