The Big Sad
I'm starting to get really scared. I wanted this blog to be quippy and charming and fun - a mix of vulnerability and humor. But that's not really, technically, the agreement I made with myself. My intention in creating this blog was to chronicle. Just chronicle. Whatever is going on, whatever I'm feeling, however it wants to come out. Just write. And the reason I haven't told anyone I know about it is that I want to it remain as unfiltered as possible. But the problem is that... writing an unfiltered chronicle of my life is going to be... messy. Right after I created this account, like literally within two or three days or something, the Black Lives Matter protests exploded. I started having nightmares, stopped sleeping, started freaking out pretty much morning noon and night. I dove headfirst into activist work. I was watching City Council meetings, making donations, joining anti-racist organizations - and above all, I was sharing information nonstop on social media. ...