I’ve been struggling this week to find the words to express how I feel about the murder of George Floyd, and the ensuing unrest in America. In the end, I decided it would be better to uplift someone else’s voice. This is from a lovely blogging friend of mine (and someone I hope to meet in person one day). ..
This is how my weekend went:
Friday, I was bombarded on social media by videos about George Floyd, protests and riots, and police brutality. Seeing all of it triggered personal trauma that I’ve experienced. I didn’t sleep much Friday night. All I felt was grief.
Saturday, my family went out, but I stayed home. I needed to be to myself. I recouped.
Sunday, I took a writer’s class. It empowered me to use my voice. It reminded me that my voice is important, and that I have something to contribute. It also reminded me to speak my truth; those that love me will still love me.
Now, I’m ready to speak.
Although I talk about the serious things going on in my life personally, I try to steer away from current events and not talk so much about racism. Unfortunately, keeping quiet is what is perpetuating racism. I haven’t experienced…
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