This is something I’ve been thinking about. How are we coping? The daily waves of grief & tears, while cooking dinner, waking up in the morning, grocery shopping, job searching, making my daughter’s lunch - it strikes any and all the time and is disorienting when I can’t pinpoint what I’m grieving exactly - or maybe it’s the immensity of all I’m grieving at once. It’s a loss of purpose, a loss of identity - nationally & personally - and knowing we pulled the rug out from families that have no food & nothing left. And it’s the pure, unadulterated rage I’ve internalized