It’s more of the same. I feel suffocated by the sameness; clawing at my throat will leave nothing but wounds that I’ll have to tend to. I don’t have time to tend to them. I remind myself to breathe, and I do.
So, as I watched men tell Danvers that she’s “too emotional” again and again, I got angry. I heard the echoes of the same words lobbed at me. Like Danvers, I can’t stand when men tell me what I can do or who I am supposed to be.
I’ve lost time, and likely, you have too. Attempting to balance work, virtual school and caretaking responsibilities eats up my time. I can feel it slipping through my grasp as I try to stay on top of everything.