During the summer of 2016, DT in my head made me question everything about my upbringing, my accomplishments, what I was surviving (domestic violence and homelessness), being human and female and Black and…. It was at this point I realized I could put the self-doubt the news coverage was planting in my head in its place: in the path of a commuter train and I did not have to be with it.

I cannot imagine the agony of having all that bilge showing up in your bedroom, getting in the way of someone you know loves you, you believe loves, you know that you love. And then to have children caught up in all of that mess.

Thank you for writing from such a heartspace and for hanging in with the love.


Veteran Cat Servant

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