A poem I wrote today, in response to my own creeping feelings of powerlessness.

It’s hard not to sometimes feel small beside the sheer scale of the problems we face.

But we have more power than we think we do, as individuals and as a collective.

The words are coming back to me. Here’s some #midnightpoetry

"Lean into—not away from—empathy. Recognize that we are in serious need of each other’s support. Understand that if some are vulnerable, we are all vulnerable. Show up not just for your own groups, but for every group that you can…"

Post a pic of you that’s not actually a pic of you.

Made a meme from a picture in this post.

This poem is for you. I love you. You are deserving of freedom and kindness. If you are feeling scared, angry, hopeless, or even ready to fight, I hope this encourages you. 💙 (more in the comments)

Together we can do big things, and create significant change for good. Let’s show up for each other.🦋

I think a good place to start for those newly disillusioned is to begin asking more questions.
As a neurodivergent woman, the tendency to ask hard questions was admonished and condemned all throughout my life and childhood. It takes time and practice to get that muscle flexing again. 🦋

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Encouraged by everyone who has been adding their voices to the fight against authoritarianism in the U.S. It is not enough to speak up online though, we’ve got to speak up to the people around us in-person too. This is no time to be afraid of uncomfortable conversations.💙