June was a difficult month. Protests for Black Lives Matter took center stage. Police continued to shoot black men, even while protests took place. “Say their names”: The list of people injured or killed in officer-involved incidents is still growing
Riots erupted. Violence and theft took place. Some protesters in Seattle, Washington, took over six city blocks plus a city park and declared the area a cop free zone. CHOP, the Capital Hill Autonomous Zone was dismantled on July 1st. Two teenagers were killed by gunfire. Others were shot, but survived. Finally, the police chief and the mayor ordered the police to take back the zone. ‘We’re not going anywhere’: Seattle’s Chop zone dismantled but cause lives on
Juneteenth became a day to acknowledge. Texas observes June 19th, the day the slaves were finally set free. But now, other states are considering making the day a holiday.
Covid-19 cases escalated at alarming rates. From the small numbers in Oregon, 281 cases in a day is their current high. To the extraordinary, over 10,000 new coronavirus cases in Florida on Wednesday.
People remained divided over wearing masks or not. Some cities and states made wearing a mask in public places mandatory. That created more tension.
But, as individuals, wearing masks, washing hands and maintaining social distance are the only weapons we have to fight this war with Covid-19.
I feel gloomy about everything.
There’s so much to digest. I can’t take it all in. My brain feels like it’s disassociating.
Dissociation is a break in how your mind handles information. You may feel disconnected from your thoughts, feelings, memories, and surroundings. It can affect your sense of identity and your perception of time. The symptoms often go away on their own. It may take hours, days, or weeks. Dictionary
There’s too many different opinions and directions to go in.
Being stuck indoors isn’t all bad. I get some peace and quiet.
Writing this post is giving me a headache. But, I’m glad that I’m doing it. So much has happened, the details are already lost. I can’t keep up with it all.
And yes, I hear my Doomsday Clock ticking.
The game I call Demon Spotting developed over time as I worked through emotional entanglements and confusing break-ups. My misery became code words. Code words became mat drills. Mat drills became winning combinations. And my confusion lifted. Consider this your invitation to play. Clarity is freedom.