Sometimes doing the right thing is hard.
Sometimes being an advocate is hard.
Sometimes rallying for change is so darn hard.
I try and I try and it feels like my efforts are meaningless.
It feels like the words I say are empty and hallow. Who’s reading? Who’s listening? Who cares? What’s the point? Who lives? Who dies? Who tells my story?
Sometimes I wonder why I bother. What the point is. Why I am doing the thing.
Sometimes I am just completely overwhelmed and done with it all.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve made a difference. If anyone will remember my words.
It’s so hard.