Last week in Austin we had several days where the fog hung low. Everything was gray, including my mood.
What was fogging my mind?
The effort it was taking to avoid listening to the news, one story after another about misguided “executive” orders that I know as a social worker are going to hurt very real people trying to live their lives with dignity and self respect.
Whether it’s cutting federal funds (university professors, veterans, disabled children who receive special education services) immigrants caught up in indiscriminate and inhumane actions, the removal of civil and labor rights protections at a federal level, and a list of other impulsive and destructive actions. Not to mention seeing nazi salutes performed without censure on huge national platforms.
My mind was foggy from the feelings I was trying not to have. Rage, disbelief, deep disappointment in people, fear for my daughter’s future, and wondering about the point of going through the motions of regular life when things seem on the verge of collapse.
My family’s day to day struggles from the cancer experience suddenly seemed less prominent to me.
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