It's Very Hard

On November 6th, as it became clear that my community was about to face increasingly extreme levels of hate and violence in the years to come, I was unable to stop crying. My heart was on the floor and I could not see a future in front of me. You know who picked me up? A friend, on the far side of the world, who called me near to midnight her time. She called me to pull me from the brink of despair. I am so grateful for that.

You know who didn't call me? My family.

Joanne, like so many of us, is worried about the future. Read more here.