With Biden the weightiness begins to lighten.
I remember waking up the day after Drumpf got elected. I remember not wanting to open my eyes, to not wake up to the new reality. I remember the weight, the anxiety, the stress, the anger, the helplessness I felt. I knew people would suffer and people would die under his presidency and the stress with watching the ruin of any progress we had made to being a more humane world became constant. Watching Biden/Harris be inaugurated this morning I could feel that weight start to lift. I want it all to lift but it doesn’t work that way. And I know that POC get no or very little relief. Suffering so much abuse (and as a cis-gendered white woman I suffered little) is not undone in an instant. Be gentle with yourselves dear ones. Be gentle.