And yes, there are fights to be fought. It seems like we have been fighting for such a long time, and instead of weakening and diminishing our enemies seem to be growing, in exponential leaps and bounds. How wearying. What an endless grind it is, to be fighting against things like ignorance and entitlement and selfishness and — of course — racism and misogyny and the fear of everything and everyone that is not — part of the dominant paradigm of male and old and shitty.
It’s fucking tiring, is what it is.
I don’t expect that I will be fighting every minute of every hour of every day, because literally that way madness lies. That’s a sure road to burnout, and for me to depression and to hopelessness. And I can’t fight if I’m drowning.
I want to fight — but in between the battles I need to take care of myself.
This is advice for everyone, I think.
Fight the fascists. Fight the idiots. Fight the bloodthirsty.
Fight the misogynists. Fight the racists. Fight the murderers.
And there are others who will fight with us and stand with us, and so it’s okay for us to take what scant bits of rest and refreshment and healing we can, so we can get back into the fight and not let it overwhelm us or — and remember this is the goal of the enemy — be consumed by it.