Yesterday, I marched with 90 thousand others to the St.Paul, MN Capitol Mall. I felt in awe, and wondered of so many people? I marched with my daughter, and two of her friends. I was accepted. Some women talked to me, some did the rally hug and hand holding, and included ME? I was both crushed inside and smiling. I haven't been in that situation for so long.
We stayed for 4 hours, marching, clapping and listening. I will remember this as a joyous time to be with my daughter. The alone in the crowd feeling came and went. Today, I still feel good about it. I want to relate to my feelings of loneliness in a crowd, and then not. I so rarely get to be with people like this.
Public interactions at work used to count as a source of good. Then, the trauma ptsd woke this past summer. I feel so much confusion and find few releases. I read you Ttl and I care. I hope over time, and writing, the mirror starts to reflect love for ourselves.
And now I'm going to cry...
Edited by Ceremony (Today at 11:12 AM)