Together We Rise - Even When It Feels Like Shit
… is this thing on? It’s been so long since I sat down to write a real blog post I’m not sure, shall we find out?
This past weekend I found myself sitting in the middle of La Guardia airport bawling in a nearly empty row of seats. I had decided to sit infant of the TV in the terminal to watch the Kavanaugh confirmation vote - something I already knew the outcome of. I’m not sure why I felt so compelled to watch the vote itself and I definitely was not entirely prepared for the feelings that flooded me as “AYE” kept coming from the floor.
If you’re here and reading this chances are extremely good that you are one of my people, one of my tribe, my girl gang. So, it’s safe to assume that you know exactly what feelings I’m talking about.
Although I knew that he would be confirmed a part of me was still desperately clinging to the hope that someone, anyone, planning to confirm him would have a change of heart (and grow a conscience). As a survivor of sexual assault this entire process has been haunting and triggering to say the least, exactly as it has been for you I bet.
It’s absolutely devastating that we live in a country where the President is a known sexual assaulter. It is devastating that instead of repercussions the government is handing positions of power to white men who verbally and physically assault women. We all know this, but it needs to be said.
When I returned home I mailed a thank you card to Dr. Ford. She is a hero. She has also sacrificed herself for us - to bring attention to what is happening and what is at stake. We may not have been able to stop his confirmation, but we CAN make sure to surround her in as much love and constant support as we can, especially since we know the aftermath of a woman standing up for herself and others in such a public way will be long lasting and severe.
We need to wrap each other in love, respect and kindness. And we need to keep the fire burning.
As I cried on my airport bench I was approached by another woman who knew I needed to be checked on. She brought me a tissue and broke the trauma trance I was in saying “it’s not okay right now, but it’s going to be okay and you’re going to be okay.”
I will not stop screaming about voting until we have taken back our government and our country. I will not apologize for crying in the airport. I will not stop or tamp down my feelings in order to keep people comfortable.
Together we rise - event when it feels like shit. We keep fighting. We keep pushing. We keep VOTING.
Let’s do this.