I’m losing my will to fight. You’re losing your will to fight. In the last few weeks, you’ve been nothing but despair. I am trying to hold it together so I can keep up the fight. But it’s been getting harder. All the levity has been lost. I guess I got more levity from you than I realized. I don’t know how I became so dependent on you. Isolation has become the norm for us, I guess. But right now, all I know is that I can’t do this without you. You’ve gotta stay strong, and stay light. So that I can stay strong, and stay light.
Yes, you. The faceless mass.
I am not losing my will to fight.
I know the fight has only begun. And I know that, in the small chance that we win, we can create something better and more just.
It isn’t about believing we can prevail, but in knowing I’ll fight for as long as I can, because giving up isn’t an option.
You can still temporarily retreat, regroup, and practice self-care. In fact it’s gonna be essential. Take your time. We will have to be at this for a while.
I’m glad you’re with us. We need all the allies we have.