Since December I have had five minor surgeries. Although I thought I might not survive one of them (after a ghoulish week of fevers, nightmares, and retching that followed an oral bone graft), I have nonetheless emerged intact and much surprised by my physical strength and resilience.
I find, though, that I am filled with dread and am afraid I won’t recover from another kind of affliction that dogs me: one that tells me I might not be able to survive the hate and fear that infects Washington, a good many of our citizens, and untold others across the globe.
Since we installed in Washington a man and his coterie of sadists who reflect all that is dark and unholy within us, I have been made to question what in me could have helped birth such a tragedy. And I have been made to question something I have never given any thought to, much less lost sleep over — namely whether the democratic freedoms I have taken for granted could disappear in my lifetime or whether our republic would be sturdy enough to survive this grave wound.
I am haunted through my days and nights by images of hateful men (and women, sadly) determined to destroy the fragile threads that bind our world — since of course what happens here happens there…and there. But I have not felt like writing because I am not inclined to write about things unrelated to the peril we face; yet, my despair is so pervasive that I do not think I can offer much that would be of solace. Soon, though, I will hope to try and find some useful words.
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Many of us – from different persuasions, have experienced unexpected anxiety and depression over the past few months. We need to take a step back, and realize (in my opinion,) that there really was no need to “Make America Great Again.” It already was. Maybe not perfect for every individual, but damn better than most. And I do believe our constitutional agenda of checks and balances IS alive and well. We’re seeing that being tested every day, and after every childish “tweet.” M 🙂
Thank you, M. On my better days, I have hope. Leslie
I will wait for your words. I know they will be hopeful again. I am slowly coming back myself.
Thank you, Melody.