This week, I watched a violent coup against the government of my homeland take place live on TV.
This falls into the category of things I did in quarantine that I’ve never done before. It is a wild experience that I don’t recommend.
I know some of you spent the day avoiding the media because it was a lot to handle. Truthfully, that would have been better for me to do; I plastered myself to every screen, worried I would miss something even though I could do nothing to stop what was happening. I didn’t know if we were going to watch public servants die. I didn’t know what was going to happen.
I have been perpetually exhausted since 2016. Even though I knew everything would not magically improve after the election in 2020, I had hope. I still do in some weird way that I can’t explain. However, I am shaken and I am scared and I have no idea what will unfold in the coming weeks.
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel? Is this the beginning of something worse, a harbinger of worse and deadlier events to come? Where do we go from here?