Woke up feeling mentally exhausted by the weight of white supremacy. The way it consistently over centuries has derailed order, detracted from progress, harmed people, affected economic prosperity, undermined safety, and consumed precious energy from those trying to overcome it.

From greater society, to marginalized communities, to my ancestors, to my family & friends, to literally me in the present moment. This weight & the actions of its preservers continue to consume, derail & affect so much. Even as we continue to fight to overcome it & make progress

I don’t even know if tired is the right word to use anymore. I think I’m mostly just sad that we so often don’t even get to see what could have been created & nourished with the full capacity of energy that we instead must dedicate to navigating this overwhelming & heavy weight.

That said, this feeling also lights a fire inside of me. It lets me know that I shouldn’t surrender ALL of my energy, my hope, my work, and the progress I want to help create to the weight of this monster. I refuse to let all that I hope to accomplish be diminished by this weight