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I've seen lots of tweet about unexpected depression and anxiety this week--unexpected because they thought they would feel relief post-Trump. At first I thought, of course, we're feeling safe enough to feel, switching from adrenaline-fueled defensiveness to underlying emotion.
And that may be part of it. But I think it's more than that. I think we're *not* safe. We are not under as much direct threat. We now have a government that's not actively trying to kill as many of us (for now). But we are not safe.
One thing I keep experiencing is the sense that now it's safe to drop my protective stance, my habits of protection, and then, oops, no, still in the trauma zone. So I get the flood of suppressed feeling, the increased danger, and the disappointment of not being safe.
Over and over again I crawl back towards the space of creative thought, of true solitude, some kind of quietness, and a sense of the future, only to face up to a new traumatic news cycle.
I do believe things will get better/feel better than they've been for the past year. But it's very hard to navigate that transition with no boundaries, no sense of timeline or scale and really, no narrative. All the old myths breaking down (and good riddance, but...).
Just spinning that story web while we're jumping into it, hoping it will hold.
