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Siobhan Calthrop's avatar

I’ve always loved Mark Twain but wow how he feels even more prophetic than ever with that quote. It’s appalling to hear how Trump the Terrible could be wreaking so much damage to your family! Geez it must be so frightening. Hang in there x

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Anna De La Cruz's avatar

Thank you, Siobhan. It's incomprehensible, and I don't know how we got here as a country.

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Siobhan Calthrop's avatar

And on so many fronts….its like you’re living in a Simpson’s cartoon, only worse. And devoid of all humour.

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Anna De La Cruz's avatar

Or the early days of the Handmaid's Tale.

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Victoria's avatar

Sending some extra hugs. We still have some of Dad's ashes that will need a very long journey to reach their final resting spot.

These are beautiful photos. Vulnerability hangovers are SO brutal and exhausting.

As you probably know, the UK benefits and welfare system has been battered around this week.

I've no fresh thoughts, just a huge amount of empathy and clinging to some sort of hope.

Hugs!

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Anna De La Cruz's avatar

Ugh, late stage capitalism is wreaking havoc everywhere. I'm trying to hold on to hope as well, but it is being very tested! Hugs to you!

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Nika Cull's avatar

Oof- vulnerability hangover. This is a term I've been searching for. I relate so much to that, and also anticipatory grief. I feel that in my bones, every day now it seems, as it relates to both my children and my parents. It feels like time is speeding up just when I'd really love for it to slow down. That "days are long years are short" feeling of when they were babies, but now time has warped in to a new form. Meanwhile also noticing my own years going by - and how does that fit in to this all? It's a lot! Thank you for putting words to these feelings and experiences that we share with so many.

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Anna De La Cruz's avatar

Yes, all of this! I also distinctly remember when I never felt any real nostalgia for my own past or anticipatory grief. It was all about the future, moving toward something, and time moved so much more slowly... thanks for sharing, Nika.

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