The Personal is Still Political
The personal is political. This phrase keeps rushing along the river of my brain, then finds itself at a standstill on placid lake water beneath black clouds. My work as a psychotherapist means that I'm reminded daily how the new U.S. president's divisive and cruel rhetoric reverberates and affects women who have been disrespected, harrassed and sexually abused. How people of color, the LGBTQ community and immigrants feel even more threatened and frightened than they felt before. And how some white people are content thinking that this new regime is going to take care of them and put others in their place. I'll be honest: There are some days when I don't know how to contain my own fears and fatigue, and I want to hibernate. I want to run from helping others in pain and from what my country is becoming. I want to give in because it's too hard to see and feel the good. But I take some deep breaths and remember that the commander in chief's racism, misogyny, l