Mourning Someone Like Me

Mourning Someone Like Me

We would have fewer worries and more excitement if November had gone our way.

When it didn’t, I felt my body shift into mourning for the person who lived in a world where empathy won. It was in no way a mandate, but I also had to mourn the end of our rights as we knew them. We’ve been sleepwalking a bit on believing we are free. There’s a lot working against us.

I began to think about this after reading the brilliant John Pavlovich and his post on missing who we were and hoped to be before this regime.

I am so sad that the safer, hopeful me is gone. She was already weakened, but now she’s lost forever.

If this wretched system actually worked for “we the people,” I wouldn’t have to wake each morning in fear. What unconstitutional and evil thing has happened? Have more people been disappeared? What’s the latest blow to Health and science? Billionaires enjoy all the money they already have but want more. It’s insatiable – the greed, hubris, and bullshit talking points that up is down.

I fucking miss the hell out of the person who wouldn’t have to worry about cuts at work or job security. I’m the head of a department, but nobody is safe.

I’d love to wake up and be that Beth planning trips and new adventures. She was excited about visiting places of courage and resistance.

I’ve had to mourn many versions of me in my life. My mom’s death forever created a chasm; coming out the other side, I was different. Then there was who I became after starting over at 30. I had no husband, a drive to disappear and a final awakening.

A healthier and less scotch-taped soul emerged after my second marriage. This version of me was really happy. Then, I decided to test the norm and move across the country. After six years, I can say I’m a Las Vegan.

The pandemic reset everybody in a way. It eventually led to my living a healthier lifestyle.

All the people we’ve been. Sometimes sadder; other times braver.

I’m devastated that a better life for all of us didn’t happen.

The rally call remains the same. Create unity, share your knowledge, and get involved.

Please consider joining your local Indivisible chapter. These are your people.

This current version of me – she’s still in progress. I’m sad more than I’m not. Hearing about how you’re doing could help the rest of us.Insightful!Interesting!FollowingShare