An Invincible Summer - A Woman's Journey

Partisan politics aside, being quiet when the voiceless have rights taken away is not an option. We have an obligation to speak out and we must vote. Remembering that there is no such thing as a good white supremacist, women are not objects to be degraded by actions or words, the disabled should not be mocked, the black experience should not be discounted, brown people are not the enemy, we must protect the disenfranchised from the mob, and Americans do not sanction the actions of murderous tyrants by calling them our friends. We rise by lifting those around us and by caring for the human experience.

In the middle of the night the tinnitus in my right ear changed. The deep, windy roar is still there. The slightly higher pitch is layered over that. And now, I am hearing my heartbeat. A loud pulsating, swishing sound is pounding in my ear and it's driving me mad. I can even hear my arrhythmia when it is acting up. It's been so long since I have heard quiet that I don't remember what that is like. Each time a new sound is added into the tinnitus, something from the world is taken away. Another thing I will never hear again. I know I will get used to it just like the others. I know I will learn to live with it too. But I just want to sit and cry for awhile. I remember grieving is ok. We all grieve big and small things. I suppose this is small in the big picture but it doesn't feel that way right now.