Numb

“Anything that’s human is mentionable, and anything that is mentionable can be more manageable. When we can talk about our feelings, they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary. The people we trust with that important talk can help us know that we are not alone.” Fred Rogers

I’m feeling numb. A 13-year-old killed 9 in a school. And I feel numb. The first time I heard it was a shock of breaking the norms of humanity. Now I cringe and slouch understanding the probability. Not so long ago, I asked a friend to explain why this hollow feeling in my chest? Emptiness and lethargy. And she looked at me and said: Dalida, we have been raped. Collectively.

This is how rape feels like? There is a sense of familiarity.

A decade and a fist later, I ask myself the same question. The answer comes in segments, like a Morse Code sent from the edges of the Universe:

. ...- . .-. -.-- / .... ..- -- .- -. / .. ... / .-. . ... .--. --- -. ... .. -... .-.. . .-.-.-

Every human is responsible.

It’s time we heard the call of all wounded souls: silence is oppressive! Form circles and hear stories that are told, hold pain together, be brave, be bold. Let’s unburden before it’s too late, and humanity is devoured by ignorance, aggression and hate.