Given the day I’ve had, I want to go ahead and say this out loud: I believe my body was poisoned by the Mirena IUD. I believe my IUD is the cause of a plethora of health complications and 9 months after having it removed I’m still figuring it out. I’m significantly better, working with a variety of practitioners, but I’m still healing. I have good days, bad days, and days where I can’t get it together.

My boundaries teach you how to love me. When someone doesn’t respect my boundaries? When someone takes issue with my boundaries? When someone goes to great lengths to try and convince me that my boundaries are unreasonable or excessive or unfair or somehow detrimental to them? Then that’s information for me. It tells me I’m in the presence of someone who doesn’t love me enough to learn how. It also suggests that I’m in the presence of someone who doesn’t yet love themselves enough to set their own boundaries.

I love my anger. Anger has come to serve an important role in my life and in my process. Anger is an emotion that I actively and regularly work with. We’ve seen a lot of anger lately and I’ve noticed a distinction on how different kinds of anger feel. Based on this distinction I’ve come to see anger as something that falls into (at least) two categories: righteous anger, and entitled anger.

The Supreme Court is an institution of white supremacy. The NFL is an institution of white supremacy. The NRA is an institution of white supremacy. The Grammys are an institution of white supremacy. Facebook is an institution of white supremacy. The United States Congress is an institution of white supremacy. The Republican Party is an institution of white supremacy. The Democratic Party is an institution of white supremacy. Pay attention to the dissonance.

I regularly make time to feel into what the very best case scenario might be from here. I visualize those who are hurt; families who have been separated, people who have been incarcerated, dehumanized, turned away, marginalized, communities destroyed and traumatized — And I imagine what healing looks like. I see reunification, restoration, reparations, justice, and love made real through us. I imagine the other side of this. A celebration. Space to grieve and eat and laugh.

I’m having an impossible time processing what’s happening to the families at the border. White supremacy has robbed us of our collective humanity. The institutions built to uphold white supremacy will always reach for inhumanity even while everyone of these institutions is staffed by humans. Broken people who have no business being in charge of anything. This is what it looks like when broken people are empowered to make decisions for the rest of us.