prime time trauma.
walkerjo lee

Big Heart.

Massive Sorrow.

I am so sorry you are hurting. I want you to know that while I cannot feel it the same way you do, I hurt with you. I grieve too. I understand your rage. I do not blame you a single tiny bit.

This is wrong.

He deserved better. This is out of control and in all ways completely unacceptable. I cannot get over the price tag of having black or brown skin in this country. I cannot understand the justification for MURDER. I just don’t get it.

I do get fear.

I do get feeling like you’re walking under a rain cloud all day long. I know that trauma is just being reactivated over and over. I am furious! How can you get over something that’s still happening to you?!? YOU CANNOT!

Your anger is justified. Your fear is wise. You are not crazy. This fucking world is crazy. The system and the people who continue to feed it are fucking crazy.

You are perfectly sane.

You have every right to feel how you do. I wish I could hug you so tight and cry. I am so sorry. None of this is fair. None of this is ok.

I’m standing by you. Ready to listen.

You are very brave to show yourself in your grief. I’m praying and thinking about you. I’m so sorry. Big hugs. Sending you so much love.


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