I’m a less than regular poster to BBS, but in my hazy, ever-addled brain, I remembered this thread as an alternative to Fuck Today. I have an Unfuck Today I want to share.
I was at a librarian conference in Atlanta over this past weekend, and between meetings, I was able to join the women’s march there for about 10 blocks. Without any agenda, I tell you honestly, it was the first time I felt any lightness since he was elected.
I have Bipolar II, and as such, I am well versed in descriptions of depression. I seek out such descriptions because it is so very difficult to describe to someone who doesn’t suffer what it feels like. One of the best I’ve ever encountered (and I’m paraphrasing): It is like wet, wet wool that shrouds your entire body as you attempt to make breakfast, shuttle the kids the school, take a shower. It hangs on you with invisible weight; all actions become at once muted and insurmountable.
This is how I have felt since he won. During those short ten blocks, the wool lifted. I saw women, men, and children of all shapes, sizes, colors, and nationalities marching together in what can only be described as joy. It was hope, the first glimmer since the wool descended on our nation.
I’m not here to argue the long-term effect of such marches or what we should do next. I’m here to say: It was a lightness. A glee. An unfuck today that, albeit briefly, made me proud to be American.