Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Some days will keep you numb, break your heart, make you to wish this trauma would end, all while still hoping for the best. The last two days, I have felt like a ship drowning. The water is rising and rising and we see it and see ourselves drowning. Trying to be hopeful is hard. Trying to be positive equally hard. We have cried. We have mourned. We have questioned and we have cried some more. The pain we feel is so hard to describe that it dismantles every single peace in your moment. Peace itself feels like an illusion when you are subjected to a trauma that is so debilitating that it feels like there is no end in sight. No peace in sight. No need to sugarcoat this. Things are bad and terrible and we are numb and unable to think. We are still crying and still mourning and still see the ship submerged in water. Though we lack words, we still write because nothing else will do.