Take a woman friend to lunch.
Buy her flowers.
Stop by with a prepared meal.
Surprise her with a call or a card.
Damn…We are tired, tired of being angry.
And exhausted by the memories that incessant reports dredge up.
And some of us have to navigate hyper-vigilance, dissociative numbing, and depression of PTSD.
Some of us have to take extra care to remember to eat.
And to take our meds.
Some of us can’t stop crying.
So be patient with the women in your life. Be gentle and kind.
And give space for stories to be shared. Treat those stories with respect.
This country is full of sheroes.